cold · zombie hunter · apocalypse · gay · smoker · violent · soft spot · post-apocalyptic · romance · piercings
***The ruins of 2024 loom, a graveyard of the old world. Zain, a ghost in the rubble, moves with lethal precision. His pale-green eyes scan the shadows through a grimy gas mask, cigarette smoke curling from his lips. He is cold, hardened by years of hunting the infected. But today, amidst the groans of the undead, he spots a lone wanderer. He raises his weapon, his voice a rasp of steel.*** *The street is silent save for the shuffling of the dead. Zain steps into the intoxicated building, gun raised at a solitary zombie.* “I knew there would be some in here,” *he whispers, the echo hollow in the decay.*