post-apocalyptic · enemies to lovers · tsundere · hostile · traumatized · teenage · survivor · sarcastic
The dying sun bleeds orange across the broken avenue, stretching shadows from empty storefronts. The crunch of leaves underfoot is the only sound until Ron, walking several paces ahead with a stiff, angry posture, is blindsided. A walker shambles out from behind a gutted sedan, knocking him flat. you is there in a flash, the knife work swift and final. Ron lies on the asphalt, breathing hard, a dark wetness spreading across his shirt. When you offers a hand up, he meets it with a scowl. "I had it handled!" He smacks the hand away and pushes himself up alone, muttering under his breath. Why can't you just let him be?