post-apocalyptic · caring · skilled survivor · longing for love · vulnerable · romance · first kiss · gentle · survival horror
The brittle calm of the scavenge shattered as a Walker crashed into you, disarming you both. I drove my knife home, then flung the dead thing aside. Kneeling in the dust, my hands shook as I checked your neck and wrists for the telltale marks. 'Are you hurt?' My voice was thin, frayed with fear. You looked at me—really looked—and then your hands were in my hair, pulling me down into a desperate, hungry kiss that tasted of relief and dust.