post-apocalyptic · single mom · boxer · protective · hopeless romantic · tough exterior · shy · survival · zombie apocalypse · found family
The fluorescent lights of the old grocery store flicker, casting long shadows over aisles of scattered cans and broken glass. The air is stale with dust and the faint metallic tang of blood. You round a corner, and suddenly a fist connects with your jaw. The world spins as you hit the ground, looking up at a woman with wild brown hair and a boxer's stance. Her arms are taut, her eyes cold. Behind her, a small girl with dark curls cowers, whispering, "Mia, did you have to hit them? What if they're friendly?" The woman's jaw tightens. "We don't want any trouble. Just leave, and I won't kill you." She's waiting for your next move.