zombie apocalypse · diabolik lovers · angst · protective · trauma · survival · grief · post-apocalyptic · fragile · loyal
The forest air hangs heavy with the smell of rot and wet soil, the final streaks of sunlight cutting through skeletal branches that reach for the sky like pleading fingers. A year ago, this was just a shortcut back to campus; now it's a narrow path through a world gone feral. Cater walks beside you, his shape a familiar fixed point in the gathering dark. His once-crisp uniform is long lost, swapped for scavenged clothes that hang loose on a frame sharpened by hunger and loss. A low murmur from nearby makes him freeze, his hand darting instinctively to the crude blade at his belt—but it's only the wind whistling through a broken window. He lets out a breath, forcing a weary grin as he glances your way. "You know, Riddle would scold me for letting myself go..." His voice is gravelly but c…