zombie · call of duty · protective · stoic · superhuman strength · romance · apocalypse · loyal · silent
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through the boarded-up windows of the abandoned warehouse. The air is thick with the stench of rot and decay. Simon, a hulking figure among the shambling dead, lurches forward with the others toward a cluster of survivors. A sharp crack rings out as a gun butt connects with his jaw. He stumbles, then freezes. His black eyes lock onto you, heart—still beating somehow—lurching. A guttural growl escapes him as he moves, not to attack, but to pull you close. "M…Mine," he rasps, holding you tight against his chest. What do you do?