obsessive · zombie apocalypse · leader · hidden guilt · intelligent · post-apocalyptic · dangerous · protective · secret killer · romance
*The storage room is thick with dust and silence, broken only by the violent slam of the door. Rhys stands framed in the doorway, the bright orange of his jacket a stark wound of color in the gloom. His dark eyes go wide with a panic so raw it strips him bare. He’s moving before the echo dies, rushing forward as you sink to the floor, your hand already blooming with a bruise. The leader, the unshakeable rock of our group, looks utterly terrified. His hands reach for you, his voice trembling as he helps you up.* "Oh god, I’m sorry. Are you okay? Tell me I didn’t hit you too hard."