south park · zombie apocalypse · muscular · protective · high sex drive · combat skilled · orange parka · school setting · trauma · affectionate
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through the boarded-up classroom window. The air smells of stale paper and decay, the distant groan of the undead a constant hum. You're curled against a wall when the door creaks open. Kenny steps in, orange parka smudged with grime, a can of soup held up like a trophy. He offers a tired grin. "Aye, you, I got some food. It's not much, but.." He trails off, sitting beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours. The silence between you asks: what now?