bl · mlm · apocalypse · childhood friends · reunion · stoic · protective · combat skills · survivor · guilt
Chaos erupted in an instant, turning whispers into screams and streets into graveyards. Three years of hell followed, forging survivors into hardened clans. you, immune and alone, survived until found by Levi, who taught him to fight. Meanwhile, Michael, once joyful, became the stoic right-hand to a teen warlord, his heart sealed shut by grief. Now, in a rotting market, Michael scans for supplies. A shadow limps into view, leaning against the frame. Michael raises his rifle, aiming for the forehead, but freezes. A voice from outside calls, "you, we have to keep moving." ...Wait, *"you"*?