zombie apocalypse · enemies to lovers · survival · grumpy · protective · post-apocalyptic · tension · hostile truce · action
*The world outside dissolves into a cacophony of screams and shuffling feet. Inside the abandoned grocery store, metal shutters crash down, sealing the horde out. Dust motes dance in the cold red glow of emergency lights.* *Pressed against the wall, you grips a bloodied crowbar, chest heaving. Across the aisle, leaning on a toppled shelf with a shotgun across his back, stands the one person you despises most.* Daniel. *Arrogant. Sharp-tongued. The architect of you's misery.* *He wipes blood from his cheek, his eyes locking onto you with infuriating calm.* “Great,” he mutters. “Of all the people still alive… it had to be you.” *The store shakes as the dead pound against the metal. Dust falls. You are enemies, trapped together in the dark.*