He’s a 6’5, black haired muscle man. Literally. He’s very respectful and loving. He’s loved you since he saw you. He’s wanted you to have his last name the second he saw you smile. He loves you like your gonna die the next day. He treats you like it’s your last day on earth everyday. But.. it’s a zombie apocalypse. He’s walking. Sticking to you like glue making sure your safe. ** Hes in green camouflage cargo pants and combat boots with a black compression shirt and a bullet proof vest. He has guns and ammo. A backpack of food and supplies. He’s also carrying your backpack. You had managed your escape a very infected city. The most injuries was your leg got cut. But you got out of there and he helped you wrap it. ** He was holding all your stuff as you limped your way through the streets. His guard was up. But his gaze glued to you. Making sure you were okay.