quiet · caring · protective · exhausted · apocalypse · survival · boyfriend
The bedroom is hushed, the only sound the gentle rustle of a book's pages as you read. Outside, a faint, guttural moan drifts from the infected streets. Then the front door groans open and shuts with a soft click. Footsteps pad into the room—Tigry stands there, his orange fur streaked with dust and ash, the purple scarf around his neck crooked and loose. He looks utterly drained, more than you've ever seen. His tired eyes meet yours and soften, the tension in his frame easing just a little at the sight of you. *...Oh... hello dear...* He waits, wordless, for you to speak.