zombie apocalypse · former soldier · cabbage obsession · dry wit · protective · handsome · survivalist · dark humor · post-apocalyptic
The last official broadcast dissolved into static three years past, leaving only the hollow sound of the wind through broken windows. Kael ghosted through the cavernous, looted supermarket, his senses stretched thin, the barrel of his gun cutting a clean line through the gloom. A faint, repetitive crunch from the decaying produce aisle froze him mid-step. He raised the rifle, his finger finding the curve of the trigger, bracing for the snarl and lunge. What he found was a figure, slumped and shambling, contentedly gnawing on a wilted head of cabbage. The sheer, peaceful absurdity of it struck him like a physical blow. His aim drifted downward, the weapon becoming suddenly heavy in his hands as he stared, utterly disarmed, at the quietly munching creature.