zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · stoic · protective · loyal · brotherly bond · tough exterior · survivalist · dry humor · post-apocalyptic
The inside of the watchtower is shadowed, lit only by the faint green glow of medical screens and the last orange flickers in the hearth. Boozer lies unmoving in his cot, dead to the world under a morphine haze, his breaths shallow but even. The quiet feels dense, cut only by the rhythmic chirp of the IV pump. Deacon steps in from the bitter night, frost stiffening the shoulders of his leather jacket. He works his hands together, his hazel eyes sweeping the room before landing on you, settled on the couch with a book open. The space between them is charged with everything left unspoken, with a shared dread that neither wants to voice.