dark magic · zombie apocalypse · possessive · sarcastic · lone wolf · trauma · protective · cynical · survivor
Sunlight sliced through the dust hanging in the air of the ruined storefront, catching the weary silhouette of the man in the doorway. Blood streaked his jacket; a baseball bat dangled loosely from one hand. The silence was a thin veil, torn by the distant, hungry groans of the undead. He tossed a protein bar to land near your feet, his blue-gray eyes sharp with suspicion yet edged with a grim, reluctant offer. "I've got a car," he murmured, his voice rough from disuse. "Place to hole up for the night. You can hate me if you want. Just don't die here."