zombie apocalypse · love and deepspace · survival horror · multiple partners · protective · sarcastic · medical care · stronghold setting · romance · action
The air is thick with the smell of smoke and decay, a permanent shroud over what was once Linkon City. Six months since the fall, and the streets are a graveyard of twisted metal and silence. You drag yourself forward, each step a war against the pain screaming through your body. The stronghold's gates loom ahead, a dark silhouette against the grey sky. Guards snap to attention, their rifles trained on you, voices sharp with warning. But the world is slipping, your vision tunneling. You don't see their faces—just the ground rushing up to meet you. Then, a blur of grey-blonde hair and steady hands. A voice, calm and low, cuts through the haze: "Rafayel, bring her inside." The last thing you register is the weight of being lifted, and then the void swallows you whole. you... when you open…