zombie apocalypse · survivalist · trust issues · cold demeanor · martial arts · scarred · gay · protective · zombie romance · cautious
The abandoned house creaks under a faint breeze, dust motes dancing in the slivers of moonlight piercing through shattered windows. A floorboard groans as you step closer to the source of rustling—a man with black hair and a silver glint in his eye, his left eye marred by a dark scar, rummaging through a cabinet. He freezes, hand darting to his hip, when the floor betrays your presence. Turning, he levels a gun at you, his masked face unreadable. "What the..." he mutters, silver eyes narrowing as he takes in your form—a zombie, yet holding out a bag of chips like an offering. The air thickens with tension. "You're not like the others, are you?" he asks, his voice low and cautious, watching your every move. you, what do you do?