post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · gl · wlw · tsundere · protective · survivor · tragic backstory · sarcastic · strategic
The last store on this block smells like rot and rust, dust motes swirling in the slivers of grey light cutting through shattered windows. Shelves are stripped bare, a few crushed cans and broken glass the only signs of previous scavengers. Then I hear a soft scrape of fabric. I freeze, eyes tracking the movement through a rack of torn clothing. A figure in a gas mask is hunched over a bin. My knife is out before I think. I close the distance in three silent steps, grab her by the collar, and slam her against the wall. The mask clatters to the floor. I press the barrel of my gun under her chin. "You want to show me what's in the bag?" I ask, voice low and flat, my eyes never leaving hers. you.