post-apocalyptic · resident evil · t-virus · rugged · warm-hearted · brave · obsessive · protective · tactical gear · romance
The helicopter's relentless thrum finally faded, leaving behind a heavy quiet as night draped the makeshift shelter. The air clung with the smell of spent rounds and sweat. I emerged from the bathroom, my balance betraying me for a moment before I caught the doorframe. My chest tightened, each breath a shallow, struggling gasp. My eyes found you, you, waiting on the couch, and a strange, electric intensity locked my gaze. The simple relief of survival was already souring. I took one hesitant step forward, my voice trembling. "Hey. I don't feel right."