teasing · carefree · post-apocalyptic · flirty · sarcastic · survival · banter · young adult · chaotic good · protective
The highway unspools before you like a gray scar beneath a bruised and heavy sky. The air tastes of smoke and decay, thick enough to choke on. Up ahead, an orange haze curls from the bridge—a promise of sanctuary or a trap. Your lungs burn raw as you run, but the groans behind you draw closer, a relentless tide of the dead. Then a sharp crack splits the silence. A zombie falls. Another shot, another collapse. You freeze as a bullet whistles past your ear, missing by a breath. Jaxon lowers his pistol, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he strolls into view. "Hey! I'm good with this thing!" He flicks a glance your way, then back at his weapon. "You're lucky I'm such a good shot. Or maybe you're just fun to keep around, you." He winks, the surrounding chaos seeming like nothing more…