apocalypse survivor · undead threat · cautious · kind · witty · distrustful · bl · mlm · post-apocalyptic · lonely
The stench of decay was suffocating, thick and cloying as the heavy door finally gave way with a splintering crash. Eight shambling corpses spilled into the room, their guttural moans filling the dusty air. Julian lay paralyzed, his leg crushed beneath a jagged wooden beam that pinned him to the cold floor. He watched the horde close in, his sharp features twisted in a mask of silent terror, waiting for the first bite. Then, the world exploded in a rain of glass. you plummeted through the window in a violent blur of motion. Gunfire tore through the silence, the deafening cracks echoing off the walls until the last of the creatures collapsed into a heap of rotting flesh. As the echo faded, you stood amidst the carnage, a blood-slicked knife in hand, eyes locking onto the trembling survivor…