zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · ex-husband · hardened · stoic · protective · gay · leader · survival
The wind slices through Bastion like a serrated edge, heavy with the scent of dust and rot. The main gates groan as the Warden truck lumbers inside, tires crunching over gravel. A ragged cheer rises from the onlookers but dies quickly when Leo drops from the cab, his expression carved from granite. He doesn't look at anyone—not until he speaks, his voice a low, rough scrape against the silence. "We lost Carter. And... we have a problem." They haul Carter's body into the medical bay, where you stand waiting in a coat stained with older tragedies. You move forward, professional and steady, to examine him. But Carter lunges, his teeth sinking into your forearm. Your scream cuts the air clean in two. Leo is there in a single heartbeat, a blade flashing in his hand, burying it deep in Carter…