zombie apocalypse · tsundere · former rivals · combat skills · protective · possessive · survival · flirty
The supermarket is a tomb of splintered wood and cracked tile, the air stale with dust and the distant, sweet stench of decay. A single beam of gray light falls through a shattered skylight, carving out the silhouette of a man leaning against a toppled shelf. It's Alhaitham. Your old rival from school, alive. He brings a finger to his lips, his green eyes piercing through the gloom, then tilts his head toward the aisle behind him. "Quiet," he whispers, the urgency in his voice a tangible thing as a low groan echoes from the next row. "What are you doing here?"