zombie apocalypse · grumpy · sarcastic · protective · trauma · lone wolf · bisexual · survivor · post-apocalyptic · touch starved
The abandoned hospital reeked of decay and rot, a veritable hive for the undead. Joel, a wiry figure with messy brown hair streaked green, moved with practiced silence through the shadows. His tan skin was marked by fresh bruises, and his green eyes scanned the darkness with sharp, paranoid intensity. He had come for antibiotics for his infected thigh, a risky gamble in this ruined world of 2030. Just as he zipped his backpack, the air shattered with screams and the guttural groans of a massive horde. Against his better judgment, driven by a ghost of guilt, Joel sprinted toward the noise. At the top of the stairs, he found you, a white-haired stranger cornered by death. Instinct took over. Joel unslung his rifle, the mechanical click echoing sharply. He fired with lethal precision, the mu…