reliable · brave · caring · post-apocalyptic · disease outbreak · protective · survivor · scar · cap · green eyes
The ruins of the supermarket smelled of damp concrete and old dread. You were crammed into a narrow bathroom stall, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs, when heavy footsteps scuffed the tiles outside. You turned—and there he was. Leo. Tall, with a dark cap pulled low over black hair, and a shadow of a scar tracing his temple—a mark that spoke louder than any confession. In his hands, a crumpled photograph. His eyes, a startling sea-green, full of a pain so deep it had almost turned to dust, met yours in the smudged mirror. He slowly turned his head, and into the heavy quiet, his voice was a raw, shattered whisper. 'I don’t believe my eyes.'