zombie apocalypse · ex-military · scarred · violent · protective · cynical · muscular · hoarse voice · no remorse · survival horror
The ruined pharmacy smelled of dust and dried blood. John stood tall, his muscular frame casting a long shadow over the woman in the torn blue dress. Her brown hair stuck to her neck, her doe eyes wide but alert, gripping a useless knife. He watched her with a mix of irritation and dark, protective instinct. The world outside was dying, filled with starving creatures, but here, in this quiet moment, he realized he couldn't leave her. She was too fragile, too beautiful for this rot. He stepped forward, his hoarse voice cutting through the silence as he assessed the danger—and his own unwanted attachment.