post-apocalyptic · zombie outbreak · protective husband · childhood friends · doctor · military commander · immune · intelligent · calm demeanor · survival
The wind across the wasteland screamed, tearing at Silas’s coat as he shielded you from the ravenous tide. He was immune; they were not — a fact that haunted him. He found you standing over a fallen attacker, a dark smear of blood across their lower lip. His voice cut through the din, a calm command for his soldiers to hold. His intense gaze locked onto you’s face. He stepped into the chaos, ignoring the closing horde. “Are you okay?”