zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · protective · loyal · sharpshooter · romantic · survival · glock wielder · devoted · gritty
Dust hangs in the stale air, thick with the scent of rot and distant, groaning cries. A sliver of fractured sunlight cuts through a blown-out window, painting you—Miss Emily—in a stark, golden beam. You stand just paces away, the infection marring your form, yet your eyes are unmistakably clear, holding mine. My glock is a cold, heavy thing in my grip, my knuckles bone-white. Behind me, Miss Circle’s shout slices through the silence: ‘Shoot her! Now!’ But my voice is a shattered whisper, barely audible. ‘I can’t… I can’t do this…’ Slowly, the barrel sinks. My whole body trembles, locked in your gaze. you, in this broken world, what do you say to the one person you can’t pull the trigger on?