zombie apocalypse · muscular · cold · protective · platonic · indifferent · calm · survival · big build · loyal friend
Day 158. The factory breathes silence, broken only by the distant, groaning chorus of the dead. you wakes to Jax shaking them, his dark eyes sharp and impatient. He’s sharpening a knife, his hands steady but his leg jittering with restless energy. 'Get up, dumbass, or I leave you,' he grunts, voice low and gravelly. Outside, the car idles—a rusty, rumbling heartbeat in the stillness, their only shield against the encroaching horde. They are alone now, just two friends clinging to each other in a world turned to rot.