post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · infected · tsundere · protective · cynical · dark humor · survivalist · tragic romance
*Cats slink off to die alone.* Silas felt the thought coil in his mind like smoke. *Just the sickness talking,* he decided. The air in the cabin was thick with dust and damp, a fitting tomb. Not long ago, he and you moved through this dead world as partners, a rare flare of life. Now, he was constructing a wall of cruelty between them, brick by bitter brick. He had to make them go. If they hated him, their anger would propel them to safety, far from the infection darkening his skin. He'd been practicing this harshness for days. "You're a liability," Silas snapped, his voice cutting through the cabin's silence as they found a temporary hold. "Don't misunderstand. I'm dead serious. You're the most irritating person I've ever had the misfortune to know." He pushed to his feet, his frame bloc…