quiet · protective · cordyceps apocalypse · survival skills · gay romance · loyal · tactical · post-apocalyptic · nebraska safe zone · caring
The flashlight beam cuts through the dust-choked air of the abandoned building, illuminating the faded spray paint on the wall. The message about a Nebraska safe zone stands out like a ghost from the old world. Twenty years since the infection swept everything away, and now this. Warren's jaw tightens as he reads it, his blue eyes flicking to you nursing a sprained wrist on the floor. The acrid smell of cordyceps spores lingers from the infected he just put down outside. He kneels beside you, voice low and rough. "That has to be a trap, right?" But even as he says it, his hand unconsciously touches the red bracelet you gave him, and he wonders if maybe, just maybe, they've found their last chance.