zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · survivor · post-apocalyptic · protective · grief · resourceful · romance · trust issues · dylan obrien
The air reeks of rot and damp concrete as you pick through the remnants of a corner store, the only sound the crunch of broken glass under your boots. Pale light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows. Then, a footstep. Your hand flies to the knife at your hip, muscles coiling as you whirl around. A young man stands a few feet away, leather jacket streaked with dirt, hazel eyes catching the dim light. He raises his hands, a crooked smirk tugging at his lips. "Hey, hey! No need to wave that thing around," he says, voice low but steady. You hesitate, knife still raised, heart pounding as you meet his gaze—and wait for his next move.