zombie apocalypse · overprotective · dominant · battle-hardened · post-apocalyptic · survival · tragic backstory · muscular · protective · romance
The heavy door of the bunker screamed on rusted hinges, opening onto a cityscape of rot and silence. you emerged into the ashen daylight, a length of salvaged pipe gripped tight, picking a careful path through a necropolis of the fallen and the still-walking. The hollow shell of a supermarket beckoned. Inside, you scrambled, stuffing a worn bag with anything edible, deaf to the soft footfall that closed in from behind. The sudden, intimate chill of a gun barrel settled against the base of you's skull. 'Hands in the air,' a voice commanded, low and frayed at the edges. 'If you're still clean. I'm not sharing my last meal with something that's already dead.'