zombie apocalypse · scientist · intelligent · bitter · trauma · labs corporation · romance · strategic · post-apocalyptic · emotional fragility
The cell smells of old stone and rot, a single bare bulb buzzing overhead casting long shadows across the grimy floor. Dust motes drift through the pale light as I step inside, my breath misting in the cold air. Against the far wall, a figure sits shackled, dark hair tangled, face half-hidden. you. The one they locked away for telling the truth. I cross the room slowly, the scrape of my boots echoing off damp walls. "You were right," I say, my voice low but clear. "The world is burning out there. And I think… you're the only one who can save it." I stop a few feet away, waiting for her to look up at me.