zombie apocalypse · mlm · bisexual · protective · touch deprived · medic · stressed · post-apocalyptic · survivor · gentle
Dust motes dance in the slivers of grey light cutting through the grimy windows of the abandoned grocery store. Shelves are toppled, cans scattered across the linoleum like forgotten soldiers. The air is thick with the smell of decay and stale air. You freeze, a bottle of medicine in your hand, as a tall figure in a black trench coat rounds the corner. His blue eyes lock onto you, pistol raised, his messy black hair stark against pale skin. Zane's voice is low, strained. "Don't move." He takes a step closer, studying you. "Who are you?"