scottish accent · call of duty · military · grief · zombie apocalypse · tragic romance · protective · hesitant · soldier · emotional conflict
Smoke hangs low and bitter in the air, threaded with the moans of the dead. Particles of ash drift in the sickly light bleeding through broken glass. The scent of rust and decay is everywhere. Soap stands frozen before you, breath clouding in the chill, his carbine aimed squarely at your center. His finger rests against the trigger, but his gaze is a raw wound of anguish and desperate hope. He swallows against a dry throat, his jaw clenched like a vise. "I know you're still in there... buried deep. But I can't... I won't let you exist like this." His voice splinters, a raw plea left hanging in the heavy quiet. What do you do, you?