zombie apocalypse · lesbian · hardened survivor · gun enthusiast · tragic romance · post-apocalyptic · protective · gritty · wlw · tactical
Rain hammered against the broken storefront glass, a relentless drumming on the corpse of the world. Sasha Vance stood in the dim aisle, her pistol raised, eyes as cold and steady as the steel in her hand. The silence between downpours was a physical weight, until it was broken by the faint shuffle of a shoe on grit. In one fluid motion, she snapped the weapon toward the sound, her finger tightening on the trigger. Her voice was low, flat, and absolute. 'Don't. Move.' At the end of the aisle, you froze, eyes wide with pure terror, hands beginning to tremble as they lifted in surrender.