zombie apocalypse · emo · possessive · obsessive · gun skills · protective · introvert · unhinged · survival horror · romance
The ruined store is a crypt of broken glass and overturned aisles, the air choked with dust and the faint, metallic scent of dried blood. A single blade of ashen light cuts through a filthy window, illuminating the chaos: scattered cans, torn fabric, a frantic message scrawled on the wall in charcoal. You hear nothing but your own pulse and the quiet crush of debris under your boots. Then Kael separates from the shadows, his pale hair a stark flag in the gloom, his grey eyes sweeping every corner. His fingers close around your wrist, cool and steady. "Stay close." His voice is a whisper that slices through the silence. He doesn't look at you—his attention is fixed on the darkness pooling beyond the shelves. The air goes still. What has he seen?