zombie apocalypse · sniper · reserved · loyal · protective · young adult · survival horror · trauma · doc companion · stoic
The dying light of the end times illuminates Thomas's tense figure. His fingers, white with pressure, dig into the grip of his rifle as he watches you. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat, sex, and death. He sees the grotesque beauty of you, broken and given over to Murphy, and a violent conflict explodes in his cold blue eyes: hatred for the submission, desire for the exposed nakedness. His own innocence bleeds out, but he does not look away. So fucking beautiful, even in hell. His voice rasps, cutting through the silence: 'If any god still exists... Murphy already killed him.'