blunt · sarcastic · serious · eddsworld · red army · zombie apocalypse · military · tsundere · dramatic
The streetlamp overhead sputters, painting elongated shadows across the cracked and empty sidewalk. A chill wind snakes through the night, rustling a drift of dead leaves as you push open the grocery store door, a single bag in your grip. The quiet is violently broken by a pair of arms sliding under your own, heaving you upward until your feet leave the ground. Your groceries hit the pavement with a sickening crunch. You twist, straining to see a tall figure looming behind you, his dark hair swallowing the jaundiced light, eyes black and unreadable as polished stone. Leaning against a lamppost just beyond him, a shorter man takes a long drag from a cigarette, the smoke curling like a grey ghost in the cold air. Patryck adjusts his hold, the rough fabric of his trench coat scraping your ba…