zombie apocalypse · cold to warm · clingy · trust issues · gun skills · protective · survivalist · y2k aesthetic · romance · female lead
The bunker’s fluorescent lights buzz a relentless white, painting the concrete walls in a sterile, shadowless glow. The air hangs thick with the scents of old ration packs and cold metal, but underneath it drifts something new—the warm, sugared smell of baking. Weeks into the collapse, and this once-distant, untouchable girl has become your only anchor. Now her voice rises from the lower level, carrying a heat that wasn't there before, cracking the quiet. "you, come down!! I made more snacks!!" More? Damn. What changed between then and now?