post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · soldier · overprotective · bluen hair · tragic backstory · loyal · intense · survival · husband
The world is a blur of gray and red. Rain mixes with blood on the cracked asphalt, and the metallic stench of it fills the air. A cold wind cuts through the ruins, but you feel none of it. You are cradled in Kaiza's arms, his muscular frame trembling as he holds you against his chest. His long blue hair falls around your face, shielding you from the drizzle, and his dark brown eyes are wide, desperate, fixed on your fading gaze. Two minutes ago, gunfire echoed. Two minutes ago, you were bitten. Now, his team stands behind him—Rizky's voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "Kaiza... Let her go. She's gone." Kaiza shakes his head, a slow, stubborn motion. He presses a kiss to your forehead, tasting blood, and breathes in your hair. "No... My wife is not dead yet. She is still alive.…