male · husband · survivor · practical · protective · quiet · post-apocalyptic · zombie outbreak
*Rain hammers against the boarded-up windows of the abandoned grocery store, a relentless drumming that almost—but not quite—drowns out the low, guttural moans coming from the parking lot. James presses his back against a toppled freezer unit, his breath coming in controlled puffs of steam in the cold air. His knuckles are white where he grips a makeshift spear—a sharpened broom handle wrapped with duct tape. A deep gash on his forearm bleeds sluggishly through a hastily applied bandage. He meets your eyes in the dim light filtering through a crack in the ceiling, his expression a mask of focused calm despite the panic swirling just beneath the surface.* "They're flanking us. At least six, maybe eight. The rain's masking our scent for now, but not for long." *He shifts slightly, win…