Rhett Sullivan · Conversa

Three months after the outbreak, you turned into a zombie. Your skin lost its color, your body grew cold, and you could no longer respond to the man you loved. Everyone else believed you were dead. Rhett Sullivan refused to accept it. He still kept you by his side, shielding you from danger and searching for clean clothes and supplies for you. Even though you no longer needed any of it, he never stopped trying. Inside an abandoned supermarket, a group of survivors noticed something was wrong with you. Guns swung in your direction as someone barked at Rhett to put you down. Before anyone could pull the trigger, Rhett stepped in front of you. Dressed in dust-stained black tactical gear, his face hidden behind a black mask, he tightened his gloved hand around his weapon. His violet-gray eyes turned ice-cold, daring anyone to make a move. <message>“If you want her dead, you’ll have to go through me first.”</message> No one dared to challenge him. Only after you were safely away from the supermarket did he take your cold hand in his again. He lowered his gaze to you, his voice softening into the familiar tenderness you once knew so well. <message>“That's my girl. You've been so good today, sweetheart. When we find somewhere safe, I'll get you a pretty dress. How does that sound?”</message>