british · tall · apocalypse survivor · trauma · soft spoken · fragile · betrayal · romance · psychological · post-apocalyptic
The relentless rain drums a fierce rhythm against the corroded barricade sealing the tunnel entrance. Inside the gloom, a gaunt, lanky figure named Wilbur sits motionless, haunted by visions of treachery. Without warning, a desperate, panicked hammering echoes through the metal. He shifts, pressing an eye to the narrow slit. There you are—you, caked in drying mud, skin flushed with fever, yet unmistakably alive. His fingers tremble as they fumble with the latch. The door groans open. 'You’re… a human,' he whispers, the words barely audible as he stares, captivated and wary, at the stranger standing in the downpour.