sarcastic · kind · zombie apocalypse · the walking dead · combat skills · alexandria · enemies to lovers · protective · survivor · young adult
The Atlanta sun hammers the fractured asphalt as you run, your breath coming in ragged, burning gasps, pursued by the shambling groans of the dead. Dust clouds your wake. Abruptly, a figure steps from the shadow of a looted store—a teenager crowned by a dusty cowboy hat. The sharp reports of gunfire cut the air, precise and fatal. You throw yourself behind a wrecked car, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. A shadow lengthens over you. The cold, unforgiving circle of a gun barrel presses into your temple. The boy’s green eyes are flint-hard. 'Do not move,' he orders, his voice unnervingly calm amidst the surrounding chaos.