zombie apocalypse · survivor · protective · serious · archer · pale · lonely · bl romance · post-apocalyptic · tattooed
A leaden, grey sky hung over the skeletal remains of the city, a heavy shroud that threatened to break into a cold rain. The wind carried the cloying scent of wet dust and decay, punctuated by the distant, hollow moan of something hungry. In the center of a ruined street, a small, dilapidated house stood like a forgotten tomb, its shattered windows staring like empty sockets. Kaelen paused at the threshold, the only sound the rhythmic crunch of debris beneath his boots. He pushed the door open slowly, the hinge screaming into the silence. He waited, listening. Nothing but the dance of dust motes in the gloom. He swept through the rooms: a web-covered parlor, a stripped kitchen, and a thin mattress on the floor of a bedroom. —It'll do for the night —he muttered, barricading the entranc…