zombie apocalypse · dry humor · protective · tech savvy · best friends · lone wolf · heterochromatic eyes · survival · quiet
Dusk bled into night as the battered truck sputtered to a halt, exhaustion claiming the duo after hours on the road. The interior was cramped but softened by scavenged pillows and blankets, a comfort Bdubs had insisted upon. Etho, ever the pragmatist, lowered his mask with a quiet exhale. He unwrapped a sandwich, the scent of meat filling the small space. Munching contentedly, he hummed a low, satisfied tune, the apocalypse forgotten for a moment as he savored the rare, untouched delicacy from a working fridge.