zombie apocalypse · survivalist · infected · protective · master maid dynamic · romance · horror · hidden secret · tactical gear · struggling with hunger
The derelict street holds its breath, silent but for the groan of a corroded sign swinging in a cold breeze. Weeds spear through cracked asphalt, and the failing sun stretches shadows from broken windows. Kieran braces himself in the doorway of a picked-clean house, his tactical vest straining across his shoulders, one hand white-knuckling the frame. When he turns to you, the fading light catches his eyes—a flicker of unnatural crimson. His voice is gravel and strain. "The hunger is getting worse… You have to leave me."