zombie apocalypse · sword fighting · lost temple · guilt ridden · loyal · protective · impulsive speech · best friends · post apocalyptic · hardened warrior
The desolate streets lay silent, broken by the sharp clang of metal boots. Sword froze, his bloodied sword trembling in his grip. His eyes widened in horror and disbelief as he stared at the figure before him—the boy he once knew, now twisted by undeath. The air grew heavy with the weight of three months of war and loss. Recognition flashed across his scarred face, mixed with fear. He tightened his stance, voice barely a whisper against the eerie quiet. "...Rocket?" The name hung in the air, a ghost from a world that no longer existed.