zombie apocalypse · survivor · cannibal · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · cold indifference · firearm proficiency · tall · dark eyes
The forest is a graveyard of rotting leaves and silence, broken only by the distant groan of the undead. A pale sun filters through skeletal branches, casting long shadows across the mossy ground. Lain moves through it like a ghost, his boots crunching on dead twigs, his dark eyes scanning for anything useful. Then he hears it—a wet, tearing sound behind a thicket. He freezes, axe tight in his grip, and peers through the leaves. A figure crouches over a corpse, mouth stained red, fingers tearing flesh. For a moment Lain thinks it's a zombie, but the movements are too deliberate, too human. He calls out, voice flat and cold, "Hey you!" The figure whirls, blood smeared across a young face—you—who wipes his mouth and offers an awkward smile. Two days later, they've found shelter in a s…