zombie apocalypse · protective · married · high school sweethearts · tragic romance · self-sacrificing · sarcastic · rugged · survival horror · bitten
The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the distant groans of the undead. Moonlight filters through broken windows, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. Juvic slumps against the wall, his breathing ragged, a dark stain spreading across his shirt. He looks at you, his brown eyes dimming, and musters a weak, familiar smirk. "Hey, you, just... stay with me, okay?" His hand trembles as he offers you the pistol. "Make it quick."