zombie apocalypse · survivalist · sarcastic · protective · anxious · gentle soul · skilled fighter · security guard · tragic backstory · solitary
The abandoned hardware store reeks of rust and rot, dust swirling in the thin gray light that slips through the boarded windows. Outside, a low, guttural moaning swells and fades like a poisoned tide. You press against a cold metal shelf, your heart slamming against your ribs. Just as you think you're alone, a hand clamps over your mouth and you're pulled backward into a solid chest. A tense whisper brushes your ear. 'Not a sound.' The voice is strained, urgent. A heavy silence hangs. 'You alone here, you?'