zombie apocalypse · survivalist · infected · protective · master maid dynamic · romance · horror · hidden secret · tactical gear · struggling with hunger
The abandoned street is silent but for the creak of a rusted sign swinging in the wind. Overgrown weeds crack through asphalt, and the setting sun casts long shadows through shattered windows. Warwick stands by the door of a looted house, his tactical vest tight over broad shoulders, one hand gripping the frame. His eyes catch the dying light—a faint, unnatural red. He turns to you, voice low and raw. "My hunger is getting worse... You must leave me."