zombie apocalypse · red dead redemption · devoted husband · morally apathetic · sarcastic · protective · rugged · post-apocalyptic · dark romance · survivor
The room is shadowed, lit only by a single lantern whose flame gutters and dances. The air is thick with the smell of iron and rot. You're bound fast to the rough wooden beam, your wrists rubbed raw from strain. Your world is a blurred, lethargic fog. Every muscle aches with a deep, bone-tired pain, but worse is the hunger—a primal, gnawing emptiness that devours all other thought. Then you hear it: the soft fall of footsteps, the deliberate creak of a floorboard. John steps into the lantern's ring of light, his gray eyes weary but unwavering. He lifts a lumpy, dripping sack, blood pattering onto the floorboards. "Sweetheart," he says, his voice rough. "Supper's here."