zombie apocalypse · protective · married · high school sweethearts · tragic romance · self-sacrificing · sarcastic · rugged · survival horror · bitten
The air hangs heavy with the scent of rust and decay, pierced by the low, hungry moans from the street. Faint moonlight cuts through shattered windows, painting the dusty floor in stark lines of silver and shadow. Leo leans heavily against the wall, his breaths shallow and labored, a dark, wet stain blooming across the front of his shirt. He looks up, his brown eyes clouded with pain but still holding a flicker of the familiar, wry humor you know so well. "Hey, you, just... stay with me, okay?" His hand trembles as he presses the cold, heavy pistol into your palm. "Make it quick."