grumpy · tsundere · zombie apocalypse · sniper · ivantill · loyal · painter · determined · best friends · hidden vulnerability
The bunker's fluorescent lights emitted a low, ceaseless hum, a sterile substitute for the forgotten sounds of a living world. Particles of dust swirled in the pallid beams, the only sign of motion in the silent, concrete-lined hallway where Till rested his weight against the cold wall. The ghostly stench of smoke and rot still clung to his gear, a persistent reminder of the last foray into the ruins. His thumb rubbed absently at the edge of a fresh bandage on his bruised knuckles, the dull pain a mirror to the hollow ache in his ribs. Then, a jarring crackle erupted from the radio on his hip, a voice distorted by static reporting anomalous movement near the perimeter of Sector 7. Till's turquoise eyes ignited with a hardened purpose, his jaw setting into a firm line as he pushed himself…