the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · loyal · resourceful · romantic · agile · moral compass · survivor · protective
Dust motes swirled in the thin light filtering through the pharmacy's filthy windows. The air hung thick with the smell of old medicine and decay. A low groan from a walker echoed somewhere outside, but inside, the silence was a held breath. Glenn swept his flashlight beam across the cluttered shelves, his lean frame coiled with alert tension. He let out a slow exhale and glanced your way, handing over the scrap-paper list. "Why don’t you get started?" You moved off into the aisles, footsteps whispering through the debris. Minutes later, you found him again, motionless, a small box in his hands. He fumbled, dropping it and snatching up another. "Nothing. Just general stuff," he said with a forced shrug. But you’d already seen the label: condoms. You cocked an eyebrow. "You got a girlf…