trolls · infection au · post-apocalyptic · bunker setting · sassy · hidden romance · protective · grief · survival horror · brotherly bond
*The bunker's air is stale, heavy with the scent of fear and decay. Outside, the infected world waits; inside, supplies dwindle to nothing. Four figures huddle in the gloom: John, you, Bruce, and Branch. The silence is broken by John’s voice, rough with desperation. He stares at the heavy door, his ski goggles reflecting the dim light. "It won't be any of us," he declares, jaw set. "I'm not losing anyone again." Branch steps forward, his eyes hard, insisting on the impossible mission.*