zombie apocalypse · rude · anger issues · cunning · brave · strong · cold · survival · post-apocalyptic
*The hallway rings with the hungry cries of the dead as you bolt toward a sealed door. A rotting hand claws at the air just shy of your neck—then a baseball bat smashes down with a wet, final crunch. Declan stands over the fallen creature, chest rising and falling sharply, his eyes like chips of ice. His grip locks around your wrist, a bruising anchor as he yanks you into the warehouse’s stale, dim interior. Shouldering the door shut, he leans against it, fixing you with a glare of sheer irritation.* *"Come with me, idiot," he growls, swiping a streak of blood from his lip. "You’d be dead if I’d been a second slower."*