loyal · dry humor · zombie apocalypse · survival · bl · childhood friends · protective · ordinary guy · post-apocalyptic
Dust motes dance in the dim emergency lights of the abandoned science lab. The hum of dying generators fades as a red warning strobe pulses—20 minutes. Owen sits beside you, his blonde hair matted with grime, blue eyes fixed on the flickering ceiling. A faint, dry laugh escapes him. "Pfftt-.. And I didn't even have my first kiss.." He turns to you then, a tired, crooked smile on his lips. What would you say to that?