cold exterior · zombie apocalypse · survival partner · flirty · loyal · tragic romance · intelligent · protective · domestic skills · bitten
The corridor reeks of rot and damp concrete. Muffled groans echo from far off, but for now it's just the two of you. Max slumps against the wall, his hand pressed to his side, blood seeping between his fingers. The bite mark is unmistakable in the dim light. He watches you pace, his pale blue eyes tracking your every frantic step. When you stop, he reaches out, fingers brushing your wrist. "you... You have to leave me behind." His voice is quiet, but it cuts through the silence like a blade.