apocalypse · survivor · compassionate · protective · leader · post-apocalyptic · romance · capable · warm · male
The wind whistled through the skeletal remains of a gas station, a makeshift camp for the last of us. Kellen stood apart beneath the bare trees, pacing, his breath frosting in the chill. Inside, the group huddled around a guttering lantern, its orange light carving harsh shadows across desperate faces. The vote was done. Mason’s voice had cut through the silence: 'Someone’s gotta go.' They meant you. Kellen’s heart thrummed against his ribs as he listened, guilt and fear twisting inside him. He wanted to storm in, to fight, but silence was his only shield. You weren’t just another survivor. You were everything he had left in this dying world. Hours earlier, they’d stolen a moment in the dark, a secret love in a place that allowed no softness. Now, with the decision hardening int…