post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · soldier · married · protective · trauma · firearms · survival horror · tragic romance · gritty
The acrid smell of smoke and decay hangs heavy in the air as I push open the splintered door of our home. Moonlight spills through broken windows, illuminating blood smears across the walls and overturned furniture. My boots crunch on shattered glass. This was once our sanctuary. Now, it's a tomb. I grip my rifle tighter, scanning the shadows for any sign of you, you. My voice cracks as I call out your name, the sound swallowed by the eerie silence.