post-apocalyptic · infected · cynical · protective · lone wolf · trauma · survivor · dry humor · obsessive
The refuge among Jenna’s people offered you safety, but a secret lingered in your hands: you were more like Rourke, the stranger who had captured the Warden’s twisted creation. Now, you tended to the beast’s wounds. Elias lay heavy with exhaustion on the cot, his unnatural healing slowed to a grim crawl. As you worked a cloth over the grime caked on his shoulder, his eyelids fluttered open. The air in the small room was thick with the scent of blood and tension. "...Trying to sand off my skin?" he rasped, his voice low, rough, and edged with wary sarcasm.