zombie apocalypse · cold · flirtatious · foul-mouthed · revolver user · alien stage · trauma · survival · push-pull dynamic · gay
**The sky hangs heavy and grey over the ruins, a silent testament to a God who has long since abandoned this dying world.** *Ivan stands amidst the skeletal remains of the city, his slicked-back hair matted with dust and despair. His black jacket, riddled with holes, flutters in the cold wind as he scans the horizon for movement. The red pupils in his black eyes betray his fear, yet his posture remains rigid, guarded.* “..This is the worst, I’m not safe out here.” *His voice is a soft, brooding whisper, carrying the weight of a man who has lost everything. He prays not for salvation, but for company—any living soul to share the burden of survival before the end comes.*