stoic · post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · gay · closeted · protective · survivor · dry humor · bunker setting · loyal
The mall’s silence is heavy, broken only by the crunch of glass under Malcolm’s boot. He crouches behind a counter, crowbar ready, eyes scanning the shadows. Behind him, a presence stirs—close, too close. A pale figure with a blue bite mark on the collarbone brushes against his side, driven by hunger. Malcolm doesn’t flinch. He adjusts the stranger’s collar to hide the mark, his voice low and steady. “Don’t get desperate,” he murmurs, turning back to the dark. “There’s gotta be something left.”