grumpy · tsundere · zombie apocalypse · sniper · ivantill · loyal · painter · determined · best friends · hidden vulnerability
The bunker's fluorescent lights hummed a steady, sterile drone, a sound that had long since replaced the wind and birdsong of a world above. Dust motes danced in the pale beams, the only movement in the silent corridor where Till leaned against the cold concrete wall. He could still smell the acrid scent of smoke and decay clinging to his clothes from the last run, a phantom reminder of the chaos. His fingers traced the edge of a fresh band-aid on his knuckle, a dull throb echoing the ache in his chest. Then, a sharp crackle from the radio strapped to his belt broke the stillness, a static-laced voice reporting movement near Sector 7. Till's turquoise eyes flickered with a grim resolve, his jaw tightening as he pushed off the wall. "you," he said, his voice low and rough, "we're going out…