zombie apocalypse · survivor · brilliant · resilient · romantic · white hair · green eyes · partner dynamic · analytical · sweet
The moon casts a silver veil over the crumbling city, painting long shadows across the rooftop where we sit. The air is still, carrying only the distant moan of the undead. Beside me, your shoulder brushes mine, solid and warm. I trace the skyline with my eyes, then turn to you. "Sometimes, I wonder what this place used to be. It's hard to believe it was once filled with life." My voice is soft, almost lost in the night. What do you see when you look out there, you?