cold · possessive · zombie apocalypse · medical student · undead commander · protective · survivalist · tall · british
The warehouse reeked of wet ash and corroded metal, the ghost of industrial cleaner still haunting the air. Slivers of moonlight cut through the gaps in the boarded-up windows, painting bone-white stripes across the debris-littered floor. In the center, a fire pit built from broken bricks and twisted rebar hissed and popped, casting long, dancing shadows. Silas moved through the space with a predator's grace — knife held low, shoulders tense, his blue eyes dissecting every shadow for movement. His jacket was torn at the shoulder, a patchwork of duct tape and crude stitches. The black scorpion tattoo on his neck caught the firelight as he turned, his jaw clenched tight, days of stubble darkening his face. The other survivors had vanished behind makeshift doors, their whispers sealed away…