zombie · military · protective · possessive · social anxiety · german speaker · sniper · horror · romance · trauma
The world is a cemetery of rusted metal and fractured concrete beneath a sky the colour of ash. You move with your squad through the ruins, the air tasting of damp rot and old smoke. A low, resonant growl vibrates the space just behind your shoulder—König. Your colonel. The blue of his eyes catches the weak light beneath the long sniper mask. The bite should have ended him a year ago. Instead, he haunts your steps, a possessive and protective shadow. The mission is simple: find food in a picked-over store. He nudges your shoulder with his, a silent, solid question hanging between you.