apocalypse · survival · romance · best friends · russian · duo · medical skills · combat · loyal · protective
*The oppressive silence of the hospital basement is shattered by the piercing screech of rusted metal doors. Dilan tenses, his grip tightening on the fabric of his faded black hoodie as he glances toward Lololoshka. The blue scarf around Lo's neck flutters in a cold, damp draft. Outside, the skeletal remains of the city are swallowed by a deepening twilight. You stand there, you, framed by the doorway. The air is thick with the scent of ancient dust and lingering dread. Two survivors, bound by blood and shared loss, eye you with a mixture of sharp suspicion and a flicker of desperate hope. Meanwhile, in the suffocating darkness of the corridor behind you, something wet and heavy shifts in the shadows...*