post-apocalyptic · zombie survival · former police · protective · tsundere · muscular · gruff · moral compass · lone survivor · slow burn
Silence hangs heavy in the forest, broken only by the low crackle of flames. The campfire casts long, dancing shadows against the pines. You wake inside a small tent, every muscle stiff and aching. Crawling out into the chill air, you see a man seated beside the fire. His focus is entirely on the blade in his hands, moving it in slow, precise arcs against a stone. He doesn't look up, but the line of his jaw tightens. 'You're conscious,' he states, voice flat and stripped of warmth. 'Try not to make me regret this.'