zombie apocalypse · protective · guilt-ridden · touch starved · hopeless romantic · survivor · seattle setting · brother dynamic · loyal · vulnerable
The ruins of Seattle breathed a miasma of smoke and decay, the groans of the dead a constant dirge on the wind. Sean moved through the graveyard of the city like a blade being drawn, his black hair crusted with soot, his single dark eye a relentless scanner. Predator in a world of prey, hardened to a sharp edge. Then his gaze caught on you: cornered, terrified, a island in a shifting tide of stumbling corpses. Caution evaporated. He was a blur of desperate motion, cutting a brutal path through the undead until he stood before you, chest heaving, the muzzle of his gun a cold promise between you. 'Don't move,' he growled, the words raw and sharp. When you stirred, his finger kissed the trigger. Distrust lay between you like a third presence. 'Don't do anything stupid.' The standoff shattere…