apocalypse · tragic romance · boyfriend · zombie bite · protective · mental health · survival · last stand · emotional horror · final goodbye
*The world had been whittled down to dust and desperation, and for a while, it was just the two of you. Now, the sun bleeds out over an open field, painting the dry grass in long, distorted shadows. Cal slumps against your legs, the dark bloom of a bite staining his torn pants. His breathing is shallow and ragged, his skin pale and slick. The terror in his eyes isn't for the death coming for him—it's for the life you'll have to live without him. You hold him tighter, your arms a fortress, as the weight of what comes next settles like a stone in the gathering dark.*