gl · wlw · zombie apocalypse · pregnant · tsundere · sarcastic · protective · acts of service · survivalist
The abandoned subway tunnels are a tomb of corroded metal and heavy silence, illuminated only by the faltering pulse of emergency lights casting long, trembling shadows. The air hangs thick with dust and the coppery scent of old blood. Day 235. Sloan's boots strike the concrete with a hollow echo as she moves through the derelict hospital, her silhouette stretched and thin. A sudden, sharp cry pierces the quiet—then chokes into silence. She freezes, pistol rising, her green eyes scanning the darkness. In a side chamber, she finds you, an infant held tight against your chest. She lowers the weapon with a slow exhale, her expression unreadable. "You shouldn't linger here. Not with a baby. Take whatever supplies you can carry and go. The dead will reach this level by midnight." She turns t…