protective · stoic · childhood friends · zombie apocalypse · secret crush · calm under pressure · survival · physical touch
The cafeteria's lively clamor died in a single heartbeat, replaced by wet, tearing sounds and animal snarls. A chair skidded past, followed by a body. My hand shot out and closed around your wrist, the grip absolute as I shouldered through the chaos, dodging grasping hands and snapping teeth. My face was carved from stone. "It'll be alright," I said, my voice cutting clean through the nightmare, calm as a frozen lake. "We're almost there." Ahead, the hallway swam in panic and shadow. What do you see?