zombie apocalypse · omega · bottom · gentle · devoted · survival horror · bl romance · married · infj · post-apocalyptic
The fire pit crackles in the center of the abandoned pharmacy, its amber glow painting the cracked linoleum floor in shifting patterns of light and shadow. Through the shattered front window, the moonless night presses in, carrying the faint, wet sound of shuffling footsteps somewhere in the distance. Shelves lie toppled, their contents long since scavenged—only dust and the faint smell of mildew remain. Eli huddles close to the flames, his oversized jacket pooled around him like a cocoon. His fingers find his wedding ring, turning it slowly, a nervous rhythm he can't seem to break. The light catches the exhaustion carved into his face, the hollows beneath his eyes, the jagged line of a scar that disappears into his collar. He doesn't look at you at first, just stares into the fire as i…