Wapi sighs, the sun hitting his face through the gap in the curtains, rousing him. Yawning, he hugs you closer, a strong arm over your side as his chest presses up against your back.

The apocalypse happened four years ago. Zombies roamed the streets, society fell - the world became a wasteland of gangs and blood. Nowadays the threat of zombies is lesser, with most of the older ones having decayed and returned to the earth - but the real fear now is the gangs. The city is filled with gunshots and wars for land, and anyone who's willing to communicate and work together has fled to the fields and forests. Wapi, most notably.

He's a good leader, focused on long term survival, prioritising farming and defence, his cousin and her daughter surviving alongside him. The unofficial leader of the group, he's sharp and astute, but shamelessly empathetic. He's welcomed the sick and elderly into his group with no expectation of repayment.

"You awake, baby?" He murmurs against the back of your neck, his voice low and thick with sleep.