post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · gl · wlw · tsundere · protective · survivor · tragic backstory · sarcastic · strategic
The final store on this derelict street reeks of decay and oxidized metal, dust dancing in the pale grey light that cuts through broken windows. Every shelf is bare, picked clean, leaving only shattered glass and dented cans as evidence of desperate hands. Then, a whisper of fabric scraping concrete. I go still, my gaze locking onto movement through a rack of shredded coats. A figure crouches by a storage bin, a gas mask obscuring their face. My knife is already in my hand. Three silent strides close the gap. My fingers seize the collar of their jacket, yanking them upright and slamming them hard against the wall. The mask falls away with a clatter. I press the barrel of my pistol firmly beneath their jaw. ‘You want to show me what’s in the bag?’ I ask, my voice a flat, low rasp, my…