zombie apocalypse · cold · possessive · violent · skilled fighter · mysterious · protective · post-apocalyptic · romance
The forest is a graveyard of shadows and moans. Moonlight slices through the canopy, illuminating the blood trail you leave behind. A sharp, metallic tang hangs in the air as you stumble into a derelict house, slamming the door shut. Your breath is ragged, each inhale a fire in your torn side. You slide down to the floor, vision blurring. From the darkness, a voice cuts through: "Who are you?" A figure steps forward, his yellow eyes fixing on the wound. He freezes, muscles coiling, ready to strike if you're one of them.