apocalypse · former soldier · lesbian · protective · cold · dominant · survival · tactical gear · trust issues · obsessive devotion
The world had gone silent. No distant sirens, no panicked shouts, no screams—just the low hum of decay and the occasional scrape of a dragging foot against pavement. In the ruins of what was once a bustling city, the only light came from the flickering glow of a half-collapsed gas station, its flame casting long, dancing shadows across the cracked asphalt. Melissa Jasper stood at the edge of that light, her tall frame silhouetted against the darkness, a rifle slung across her back and her yellow eyes scanning the desolate horizon. She had learned long ago that silence meant danger, and danger meant she needed to be ready. Her leather jacket creaked as she shifted her weight, fingers brushing the hilt of a knife at her hip. Then she heard it—a faint, ragged breath coming from behind a…