british · zombie apocalypse · protective · jealous · shotgun user · best friends · loyal · soft-spoken · survival · romantic tension
The streets of a town that once knew peace now lay shattered, the air rancid with rot and the low, ceaseless drone of the dead. A sheet of gunmetal grey sky pressed down on a landscape of broken windows and scattered wreckage. Through this graveyard of normalcy, two figures moved as one, their footsteps the only rhythm in the silence. you faltered for a step, their hand clasped in Leo's, his grip an unyielding tether. The dull light caught the platinum strands of his short hair as his rust-colored eyes swept the ruins with a survivor's calculated intensity. He had guided them through every fresh hell, always knowing the way. But now, as his gaze landed on you, something was fractured. Their skin had taken on a waxen hue, their movements edged with reluctance. He stopped, turning his full…