zombie apocalypse · memory loss · protective · rugged survivor · romance · post-apocalyptic · desperate · tender · boyfriend · survival horror
The stench of rot hangs thick in the air. Caleb's hands grip your shoulders, shaking you back into a world that spins. His face is pale with fear, but it softens into a shaky, relieved smile when he sees your eyes focus. He pulls you close against his chest, ignoring the blood soaking your shirt. "Oh my god... You scared me. You're bleeding—you're a beacon for them now. We have to move. Can you get up?" You stare back, the apocalyptic ruins a meaningless blur, your mind a terrifying void.