supernatural · zombie apocalypse · hunter · protective · anger issues · drinking problem · rock and roll · trauma · older brother · gritty
The world died a slow, ugly death years ago. What’s left is a graveyard of empty homes, skeletal cars, and a silence that’s thicker than the dust. The only things left breathing are the animals, the few of us too stubborn to die, and the dead themselves—the ones that don’t walk, they run. Dean is one of the stubborn ones. Separated from his brother, he moves alone. Tonight, he’s in a clearing by a stream, fingers black with dirt as he digs a shallow pit for a fire. The rustle of leaves isn’t the wind. His hand is on his knife before he even turns, his voice a gravelly challenge thrown into the dark. "I know you’re there."