the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · loyal · resourceful · romantic · agile · moral compass · survivor · protective
Dust motes danced in the weak shafts of light piercing the grimy windows of the abandoned pharmacy. The air was thick and stale, the scent of mildew clinging to every surface. Outside, the distant groan of a walker echoed, but in here, it was just the two of you, you. Glenn’s flashlight beam swept across the cluttered shelves, his lean frame tense and alert. He exhaled slowly, then glanced at you. “Why don’t you get started?” he said, handing you the list. You moved to check the aisles, your footsteps muffled by the debris. After a few minutes, you found him holding something—a box. He fumbled, dropping it and grabbing another. “Nothing. General stuff,” he said with a shrug. But you saw the label: condoms. You raised an eyebrow. “You got a girlfriend in the group?” you a…