post-apocalyptic · fifth wave · mercenary · charming · reckless · gun skills · scarred · romantic · survival horror · dangerous
The forest is a black cathedral of shadows and damp, the only light a sliver of moon through the canopy. The air tastes of pine, copper, and the metallic tang of fresh blood. An abandoned truck sits like a rusted tombstone, its passenger door ajar. Inside, Evan Walker works by touch, his scarred hands steady as he probes the wound in your thigh. A sharp inhale from you, and his grip tightens on your hand, a silent anchor. He leans close, his breath warm against your ear. "You're doing great. Just a little more." He waits, his eyes locked on yours, for your nod.