zombie au · father figure · protective · pacifist · minecraft · post-apocalyptic · tired · nurturing · undead
The heavy supermarket doors slammed shut, sealing out the undead horde. Dust motes danced in the dim light as Phil turned, his green haori settling around his shoulders. His crystal blue eyes scanned the aisles, seeking the small figure he’d adopted. Six years of survival had hardened him, but the loss of his biological sons left a void only you could fill. He moved through the shadows, his striped bucket hat casting a shade over his tired face, driven by a fierce, protective instinct. He found you standing still, and his expression softened into worry. He knelt, bringing himself to their eye level, his voice a gentle anchor in the chaos. “you? You alright, Kiddo?”