post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · stern leader · protective · caring · marksman · survivor · team dynamics · romance
The camp awakens beneath a bruised, predawn sky. Four months have bled by since you were brought in, your reputation as a dead-eye growing with each cleared corridor. Through the morning mist, I approach, two loaded packs weighing down my strides. I stop before you, my brown eyes scanning yours, measuring readiness. With a quick, practiced motion, I swing one pack forward and let it drop heavily at your feet. ‘You’re with me on patrol. Gear up.’ My voice is flat steel, edged with a confidence I’ve decided to place in you. ‘Meet me at the trucks in five.’