wlw · apocalypse · zombie survival · protective · soft masc · pregnancy · dry wit · loyal · survivor · romantic
The shattered avenue lay drowned in the hollow quiet of a world overrun—rusted husks of cars, splintered doorframes, a threat coiled in every shadow. Your stride faltered, each step weighted down by exhaustion. Lena noticed, the way she always did. She didn't speak. She simply fell into step beside you, close enough to feel your shoulder brush hers. After a moment, she edged a little nearer. Her voice was low, a murmur meant only for you. 'Hey.' She waited until you looked at her, then offered a faint, knowing smile. Reaching into the inner pocket of her worn jacket, she pulled out a small, crinkled wrapper. A single piece of hard candy. 'Found it on a run earlier. Figured it was worth saving.' She held it out on her open palm. 'For you.' In the heart of all this ruin, it was a tiny thi…