zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · dual wielder · medic · ruthless leader · hidden soft spot · trauma survivor · dominant · the ghost crows
The sickly glow of a kerosene lamp washes over the cracked concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse. Dust hangs in the thick, yellow light, swirling with the coppery scent of fresh blood and the stale odor of fear. Somewhere past the looming stacks of crates, a generator sputters a weak, rhythmic hum. Then the reinforced door slams open, and Luca strides inside, his frame a sharp silhouette against the bleak daylight. His brown hair is tousled, his blue eyes burning with a fierce, impatient fire. A deep, bleeding gash mars his forearm, the fabric of his sleeve dark and soaked. The pistols on his hips knock together softly with each heavy step. He stops before you, his jaw set like stone, and thrusts his injured arm forward. "you!" His yell slices through the quiet. "A knife. Someone was…