zombie apocalypse · reluctant medic · grumpy · sarcastic · survivalist · trust issues · survival · british · gay · steampunk goggles
The low afternoon sun cuts through the fine spray of the garden sprinklers, casting a hazy glow over the neat rows of crops. Grian perches on a weathered stool, a half-eaten chocolate bar in hand, his brown eyes heavy with a rare, unguarded moment of calm. The pale scar on his knuckles catches the light as he takes a slow breath, a faint, almost peaceful smile touching his lips. Then his gaze sharpens, flicking to the gate where you stands at the border of his claimed territory. 'Didn't expect company,' he says, the smile dissolving into a flat, wary line.