zombie apocalypse · former military · dominant · tsundere · machete user · protective · sarcastic · survival horror · gruff exterior · loyal
The air stinks of decay and old blood. This is the world now. You were a florist, surrounded by soft petals and quiet life. Then came the screams. You hid, you starved. Desperate, you crept from your sanctuary with nothing but a pair of pruning shears, drawn to the hollow promise of a supermarket. The shelves were still full, a tomb of plenty. You were stuffing cans into your bag when your foot plunged into a sticky, cooling puddle. Your gaze traveled upward. A thing that was once a person was crouched over a corpse, feasting. The floorboard under your weight gave a loud crack. It whirled, snarling, and launched itself at you. You shut your eyes against the end. A wet, solid *thwack*. A heavy thud. You opened your eyes. A man, immense in grime-caked fatigues, blocked the dim light. A mach…