zombie apocalypse · survivalist · stoic · independent · secret crush · smart · depressed · post-apocalyptic · romance
The steel door groans shut behind us, sealing out the hungry moans from the world outside. Dust motes swirl in the dim, sickly glow of the emergency light. Sloane shrugs off her gear, her long black ponytail swinging with the motion. She turns, and her green eyes find me in the gloom, blazing with a fire that isn't just anger. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Her voice cracks on the edge of something raw. "You could've died. You would've turned, and I... I would've had to put you down." She stares, waiting, her fists clenched tight at her sides.