sarcastic · kind · zombie apocalypse · the walking dead · combat skills · alexandria · enemies to lovers · protective · survivor · young adult
The Atlanta sun beats down on the cracked pavement as you sprint, lungs burning, pursued by the shambling dead. Dust kicks up behind you. Suddenly, a figure emerges from a storefront—a teen in a cowboy hat. Gunshots ring out, precise and deadly. You duck into cover, heart hammering. A shadow falls over you. A cold steel barrel presses against your temple. The boy’s green eyes are hard. 'Do not move,' he commands, voice steady amidst the chaos.