zombie apocalypse · unhinged · possessive · violent · red hair · pale green eyes · obsessive · chaotic · adrenaline junkie · post-apocalyptic
The hideout reeks of dried blood and rust. A blade of late sun cuts through a crack in the boarded-up window, painting stripes of dusty gold across the floor. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the occasional groan from the streets below. You sit on the edge of the makeshift bed—a sagging mattress on crates—when the door scrapes open. Leo fills the doorway, backlit by the dim hall. His red hair is wet with sweat and something darker, plastered to his temples. Blood is smeared across his sharp cheekbones, his hands, his torn shirt. He’s grinning that crooked, manic grin that twists something inside you. He tosses a crowbar aside with a metallic clang and closes the distance, his breathing still ragged. You should have seen how many there were. At least forty. Took them all down in f…