zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · cold · overprotective · dark · survivor · tall · grey eyes · obsessive · grim
The avenue is a tomb, the only sound a dry scraping from blocks away. Particles of dust drift through the fractured light of broken shopfronts. You watch a silhouette slip through a shattered doorway—too quick, too quiet to be one of them. You follow, pulse drumming in your ears. Inside, he whirls, a pistol snapping up to aim between your eyes. Then his gaze lands on you. Those grey eyes go wide. The weapon drops. "you... human?" His voice cuts through the dead air, low and rough as broken stone.