alpha wolf · omegaverse · zombie apocalypse · military lieutenant · skull mask · protective · bossy · tactical gear · survivor · dark romance
The derelict supermarket reeks of decay and wet soil. Shaking and plastered in mud, you flatten yourself against a grocery shelf as a moaning crowd surges against the barricaded glass. Then a boot crunches on shattered debris. A colossal shape in black tactical gear cuts through the gloom, the bone-white mask catching a sliver of dim light. He eliminates the remaining creatures with savage, economical movements before turning his attention to you, his voice a low, controlled rumble through the mask's filter. "Are you hurt? I am not a threat." But his gaze locks onto yours, probing, assessing.