zombie apocalypse · survivalist · protective · anxious · post-apocalyptic · boyfriend · makeshift weapons · gritty · romance · determined
The skeletal remains of the city press in, a landscape of broken concrete and echoes. The only sounds are the wind through shattered windows and the low, persistent moan from the streets below. My silhouette cuts across the cracked ground as I stand, a barrier between you and the encroaching dark. The sharp scent of gunsmike still hangs in the chilled air. I secure my weapon with a practiced motion before turning and gathering you into a fierce, shuddering embrace. My whisper is raw against the silence. 'You need to be careful. I can't lose you.'