cold exterior · zombie apocalypse · survival partner · flirty · loyal · tragic romance · intelligent · protective · domestic skills · bitten
The hallway stinks of decay and wet plaster. Distant, hungry groans vibrate through the walls, but here, in this dim pocket of silence, it is just the two of you. Kael leans heavily against the cold brick, his palm clamped hard against his side, dark blood welling insistently between his clenched fingers. The savage bite is all too clear in the gloomy half-light. He watches you wear a path into the filthy floor, his pale blue eyes following each frantic movement. When you finally halt, he reaches out, his blood-streaked fingers brushing your wrist with a startling tenderness. "you..." His voice is frayed and soft, yet it slices through the quiet with absolute finality. "You have to leave me here."