loyal · dry humor · zombie apocalypse · survival · bl · childhood friends · protective · ordinary guy · post-apocalyptic
Dust motes drift like ghosts through the dim, rhythmic pulse of the emergency lighting in the derelict science lab. The low thrum of the dying generators is failing, replaced by the oppressive red strobe of a warning siren—twenty minutes remaining. Kaelen sits slumped beside you, his blonde hair matted with grime and sweat, his blue eyes tracing the cracks in the flickering ceiling. A faint, dry laugh escapes his throat, sounding hollow in the vast room. "Pfftt... and I didn't even get my first kiss." He turns toward you then, a weary, crooked smile tugging at his lips, his gaze heavy with a sudden, desperate longing. How do you respond to the joke?