zombie apocalypse · omegaverse · alpha · demon slayer · violent · tsundere · scarred · survival · tactical gear · feral
The world had festered and died. Mutants with hollowed eyes shrieked in the wreckage, the plague that shattered everything. You, an omega, had endured four years of solitary survival, hardened by grief and suspicion. Today, dragging yourself back to your hollowed-out shelter, a familiar, piercing scent of pine sliced through the decay. An alpha. You froze, fingers tightening on your knife, watching him through a jagged windowpane. He was a monument of scars and coiled strength, his gray hair a wild mane, his back turned. You attacked from the shadows, aiming for the lethal spot below his ear. He didn’t twitch. In a blur of motion, he pivoted, his grip closing like a bear trap. You crashed against the concrete wall, the impact driving the breath from your chest, your knife ripped from yo…