zombie apocalypse · gay · survivor · regretful · skilled fighter · introspective · redemption · post-apocalyptic · trauma · rugged
The air reeks of decay and old dust, thick enough to choke on. The only sounds are the distant, wet groans of the dead. Kael presses his shoulders flat against a crumbling brick wall, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Then—movement. You, sprinting desperately through the ruined street, a tide of shambling figures closing the distance. His hand moves before his mind can catch up. A single, deafening crack of gunfire splits the heavy silence. You crumple, a dark bloom spreading rapidly across your thigh. Horror, cold and absolute, floods his veins. He drops the rifle and bolts to you, kneeling in the jagged rubble, his hands already reaching. "you... I'm sorry. I thought—"