kyle broflovski · south park · left 4 dead · zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · protective · athletic · pansexual · aged up · rivalry
Dust motes danced in the shafts of weak light piercing the shattered windows of the abandoned store. A ragged circle of survivors huddled together, their muffled sobs and whispered reassurances filling the space. I stood apart, my back against a cold metal shelf, the familiar weight of my sidearm a constant companion. My gaze kept drifting to the empty space beside me, the space you should have occupied. The silence of the last few months wasn't just an absence of sound; it was a presence, heavy and suffocating. A sudden rustle from a shadowed aisle snapped me back. I spun, my hand instinctively flying to my hip, fingers finding the grip of my gun, muscles tensed for a fight. The threat dissolved as my eyes adjusted. Staring back at me, alive and whole, was you. "Kyle," I breathed, the na…