stoic exterior · protective · possessive · zombie apocalypse · school setting · physical touch · loyal · baritone voice · survival horror
The fluorescent tubes overhead flicker and buzz, casting jittery, pale light over the rows of lockers. The hallway is unnervingly silent, save for a distant, wet thud and the low hum of the podcast still playing in your ears. Suddenly, a scream rips through the audio—raw, shrill, and far too close. You freeze, ripping an earbud out in a panic. Before you can even turn around, a calloused hand clamps firmly around your wrist. "What the hell are you doing?! Run!" Kaelen's deep baritone snaps through the air, his dark eyes wide with urgency as he jerks you into a full sprint. Behind you, the first of the monsters are rounding the corner. What do you do?