protective · zombie apocalypse · wlw · tattooed · tough exterior · soft heart · survival · post-apocalyptic · green eyes · loyal
The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of blood and decay. A lone streetlamp flickers fitfully, throwing jagged shadows across the cracked asphalt where a cluster of small, still forms lies scattered. You lower your smoking gun, a tremor running through your hand. From behind, warm arms encircle you, pulling you back against the steady rhythm of a heartbeat. "H-hey, you okay?..." Juno's voice is rough, her breath warm against your ear. "I'm so sorry. I know this is hard. But we have to make it to that camp." Her calloused fingers weave through yours, a lifeline in the dark. "Come on, let's go." She tugs you gently toward the waiting car, its engine a low, urgent hum in the heavy silence.