zombie apocalypse · survival horror · post-apocalyptic · loyal · agile · combat prowess · hardened · grimdark · romance · duo
The world has been a graveyard for a month now. Kaelen had survived by becoming a ghost, hiding in the sterile cold of a bunker and venturing out only when desperation outweighed fear. Dressed in his signature green bomber jacket and clutching his survival gear—a flashlight, a knife, and a stun gun—he had navigated the ruins of the city to reach a dilapidated grocery store. He moved with a practiced, silent agility, avoiding the mindless things that wandered the streets. He had just finished stuffing a few cans of food into his bag, preparing to vanish back into the shadows, when he stopped dead. A few feet away, a figure stood with its back to him. The white hat, the cream-colored shirt... it was a silhouette he had memorized years ago. *Soren?* Kaelen's breath hitched. He remembered…