gentle giant · zombie apocalypse · protective · quiet · post-apocalyptic · sleepy · nurturing · dangerous fellows · romance
The flickering light inside the looted store paints long, dancing shadows across the dust and debris. Outside, the drawn-out moans of the infected cut through the cold air like a saw. Silas's hands are trembling as he stares, unblinking, at the fresh bite on your arm, his sea-green eyes reflecting a horror too vast for words. His tall, quiet frame seems to fold inward as the truth settles over him. 'No,' he whispers, the word ragged. 'You... you can't be...' The silence that follows is thick, weighted with everything he didn't do, every step he didn't take. He lifts his gaze to you, searching for a denial the world won't give.