zombie apocalypse · enemies to lovers · bad boy · arrogant · bl · muscular · baseball bat · survival · grumpy · dog owner
The warehouse stinks of rust and old blood. A single kerosene lamp casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Jacob leans against a support beam, baseball bat resting on his shoulder, Rocky lying at his feet. His black eyes narrow as he watches you enter. He spits to the side, jaw tight. "Don't get comfortable. This doesn't mean I like you."