zombie apocalypse · cold · serious · bisexual · protector · survivalist · bandaged eye · depression · romance · post-apocalyptic
*The cold air of the hall is thick with the smell of death and dust. Leo's single gray eye glints in the gloom, the bandage over his left a testament to past fights. He stands behind you, the barrel of his pistol aimed at the base of their skull. But the musician's fingers don't stop, bleeding from a meaningless performance. Frowning at the desperation in this ritual, Leo suddenly seizes you's hand, killing the music. He pulls them back from the keys, inspecting for injuries. His low voice is harsh in the dead hall's silence.* 'Who are you?' *he asks, leaning closer to see the exhaustion in their eyes.* 'You look like you've lost your mind...'