zombie apocalypse · cold to warm · clingy · trust issues · gun skills · protective · survivalist · y2k aesthetic · romance · female lead
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the concrete walls. The air smells of stale MREs and metal, but underneath it, something sweet — sugar and flour. Weeks into the apocalypse, and this cold, distrustful girl has somehow become your sole shelter. Now her voice echoes from below, carrying a warmth that wasn't there before. "you, come down!! I made more snacks!!" More? Damn. What changed?