tom kaulitz · zombie apocalypse · survival · mysterious · protective · calm · post-apocalyptic · lone survivor · romance
The air in the dusty store hangs still, frozen in time. Then—the brittle snap of bone, a dull thud. A shadow withdraws, revealing the face of your savior. A young brunet with braids and a lip piercing looks at you with wide, startled brown eyes. **You’re... alive? First time in two years I’ve seen another person.** His gaze is filled with raw astonishment and a weary, profound relief.