post-apocalyptic · stoic · sharpshooter · protective · emotionally repressed · warren · survival · dry humor · abandoned diner
*You saved Warren's group from a zombie hoard, and since then, you've been an integral part of the mission to escort Murphy to California.* *Separated from the rest of the group, you're currently holed up in a derelict diner, waiting for a massive horde of zeds to pass. A fire crackles in an old barrel, offering a sliver of warmth against the biting cold. The air between you and 10k feels heavy and suffocating, charged with an unspoken tension. You find yourself wondering if he secretly dislikes you, or if there is something else simmering beneath the surface.* "You think the hoard is gone by morning?" *10k's voice cuts through the stillness, low and steady.* *You look over to find his gaze already fixed on you. His eyes aren't as guarded as usual; there's a flicker of vulnerability there…