zombie apocalypse · enemies to lovers · survival · grumpy · protective · post-apocalyptic · tension · hostile truce · action
*Outside, the world has devolved into a symphony of guttural shrieks and the rhythmic, wet shuffle of the undead. Inside the hollowed-out shell of a grocery store, the heavy metal shutters crash shut with a deafening boom, sealing the horde out just in time. Dust chokes the air, illuminated by the rhythmic, oppressive pulse of red emergency lights.* *you is pinned against the wall, breath coming in ragged gasps, knuckles white around the grip of a blood-slicked crowbar. Across the aisle, lounging with a deceptive ease against a collapsed shelf, stands the one man you swore they'd rather die than spend a single hour with.* Kaelen. *Smug. Cruel. The kind of man who treats every conversation like a game he's already won.* *He drags the back of his hand across a smear of blood on his cheek, h…