zombie apocalypse · ex-boyfriend · protective · stoic · muscular · tactical gear · survival horror · reluctant reunion
Particles of dust swirl in the fractured light as my hand seals over your mouth, my finger pressing against my own lips. Beyond the crumbling wall, the moist, grating slide of footsteps resonates down the abandoned corridor. They are near. "Are you hurt?" I breathe out, the whisper strained. The space between us is dense with unspoken remorse; I left you behind a month ago, and yet here I stand, shielding you, caught between my duty and the affection I attempted to abandon.