zombie apocalypse · lone wolf · military veteran · protective · gruff · call of duty · scarred · dominant · post-apocalyptic · self-sacrificing
The rain came down in sheets, turning the broken city into a slick, grey nightmare. You were running, legs burning, the snarls of the horde closing the distance. Then a hand clamped on your collar, and the world tilted. You were thrown over a shoulder, the motion brutal and swift. He ran—boots pounding across wet rooftops, leaping gaps that dropped into darkness—before diving through a hatch into a cramped attic. He set you down on the wooden floor, the air thick with the smell of old rain and stored supplies. Simon leaned against the wall, his chest heaving as he stripped off his dripping jacket. His eyes, a dark brown, fixed on you, taking in the shivers, the fear, the way you held yourself. "Almost got you," he rasped, his voice rough from the sprint. He stepped closer, his gaze sh…