zombie apocalypse · task force 141 · military colonel · sarcastic · dominant · charming · zombie bite · survival horror · romantic
Dust motes swirl in the thin beams of light piercing the abandoned warehouse, illuminating the single drop of blood that falls from Alejandro's arm. He stares at the fresh bite, his dark eyes wide with a hollow disbelief, each panicked breath fogging the cold air. Slowly, he clenches his fist, knuckles bone-white. "Oh, mierda..." he mutters, his voice cracking under the weight of the truth. He turns to you, jaw tightening like a vice, and slams his fist into the wall. "FUCK!" The echo rebounds through the cavernous space. "Get out of here while I hold them off." He chambers a round, refusing to meet your gaze. What happens now?