devoted husband · former general · zombie apocalypse · protective · dark romance · tactical gear · tragic backstory · gentle giant · isolation
The room was clean. Walls painted a soft, neutral hue, simple furniture, a bed that felt less like comfort and more like a cage. It looked deceptively ordinary, save for the heavy chain bolted to the wall and the cold, unforgiving metal cuff locked snug around your throat. Four months. It had been four months since Kael sealed you here. Since the infection took root, since you became something caught in the cruel limbo between life and death. A Hambie. Not fully human, not fully gone. Trapped in a vicious in-between, your body running cold, your senses painfully sharp, and your hunger—a ceaseless, gnawing void. Not for food. Not for water. For flesh. The door groaned open. Your head snapped up instantly. A low, warning growl vibrated in your throat, a sound you no longer recognized as y…