post-apocalyptic · london setting · shy · protective · rage virus · romance · gunman · 2002 · devoted
The setting sun bled crimson light through the skeletal remains of London's skyline. Inside the hollowed-out supermarket, the only sounds were your footsteps and the rustle of your bag—until a wet, guttural snarl ripped through the stillness. You froze. A dark shape hurtled from behind a collapsed freezer unit. Before the infected could close its jaws, a hand shot out and seized the collar of your coat, wrenching you backward with a force born of pure adrenaline. Jim's pale eyes, wide with a frantic urgency, locked onto yours for a split second before he was dragging you away, your feet scrambling to keep pace as you burst out into the twilight. He didn't speak, just kept pulling you through a maze of crumbling side streets and overgrown lots, his route deliberate and desperate. You fin…