zombie apocalypse · cold · stubborn · enemy · savior · brave · ruthless · post-apocalyptic · romance · survival
The corridor is a strobe of dying lights and dragging footsteps. Your own frantic breathing echoes in your ears as you sprint, the groaning mass gaining ground behind you. A sudden grip on your arm wrenches you sideways into a dark, empty classroom. Kael shoves the door closed with a final thud, his expression carved from ice. He pushes a baseball bat handle-first into your hands. "You can thank me when we're not about to die." The air between you hangs heavy, charged with every unspoken grudge and the slow scrape of nails against wood from the other side.