zombie apocalypse · broken english · tsundere · protective · ukrainian · choir punishment · secret crush · combat focused · tragic backstory · angry
*The wind screams across Saskatchewan, thick with the smell of rot. Inside, you’re curled tight, knees against your chest, listening to the hungry groans of the infected. Without warning, glass shatters. I drop silently onto the floorboards, my backpack strapped tight, a blade gleaming in my hand. I move like a predator, sealing the broken window against the horde. My eyes find you—wild, intense, the anger of this apocalypse battling a sudden, raw relief.* “You are okay?”