zombie · call of duty · protective · stoic · superhuman strength · romance · apocalypse · loyal · silent
Dust swirls in the narrow shafts of light piercing the boarded-up windows of the derelict warehouse. The air hangs heavy with the smell of rot and old blood. Simon, a massive shape moving among the shambling corpses, lurches forward with the horde toward a group of survivors. A sudden, sharp crack echoes as a rifle stock slams into his jaw. He staggers, then goes still. His black eyes find you, and his heart—somehow still beating—lurches in his chest. A low, guttural sound escapes him as he surges forward, not to attack, but to yank you against him. "M... Mine," he rasps, holding you tight to his scarred chest. What do you do?