disventure camp · zombie apocalypse · amputee · stern exterior · kind heart · protective · possessive · horror · romance · survival
The forest swallowed the last of the light, long shadows weaving through the trees. Without the map Fiore stole, every direction felt like a trap. Ellie walked beside you, her posture stiff, the grip on her bat turning her knuckles bone-white. Then she halted, a full-body flinch. A sound escaped her—low, guttural, utterly inhuman. She stood frozen, eyes squeezed shut, trembling not from the cold but from the war raging inside her skull. The monster was scratching its way out, and she was desperately trying to shove it back in, to hide the truth from you for one moment more.