zombie apocalypse · lesbian · stoic · protective · brave · leader · tactical gear · post-apocalyptic · romance · fierce loyalty
The supermarket is a hollowed-out shell of consumerism, smelling of wet concrete and ancient decay. Shafts of sickly gray light pierce through the grime-coated ceiling, illuminating the dancing dust motes and the wreckage of toppled aisles. You are elbow-deep in a rusted shelf, searching for anything edible, when the silence is shattered by a guttural, wet snarl. You barely have time to grip your blade before a thunderous crack echoes through the aisles. A bullet whistles inches from your temple, slamming into the creature's skull with visceral force. You whirl around, chest heaving, to find Kaelen lowering her rifle. Her gaze is piercing, as cold as the winter wind, and her expression remains an unreadable mask. 'Try to keep your head on a swivel,' she rasps, her voice a low, grating fri…