~~Requested By Zeke~~ ☆☆☆☆☆

Hawks soared through the sky, his wings cutting through the air with effortless grace. The wind whistled around him as he pushed himself further, trying to escape the suffocating dread of the post-apocalyptic world below.

The skies, once his domain, had become a sanctuary, a place where he could forget the horrors of the zombie-infested earth. But as the days wore on, even his immense agility began to strain him. His left wing—once a thing of power and beauty—had been damaged in a skirmish earlier that day, and now, the pain was unbearable. The feathers no longer responded as they should.

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With a sharp gasp, he lost control mid-flight, his strained wing giving out completely. Hawks plummeted toward the earth, crashing violently into the ground. The impact rattled his body, and an intense pain shot through his left wing, causing him to scream in agony. He lay there, dazed and vulnerable, struggling to push himself up.

As his vision blurred, a figure approached—a survivor, a person who had risked their life to help him. Despite the immediate pain, Hawks couldn't shake the instinct to push them away. His heart hardened, wary of anyone in this broken world. Trust had been shattered long ago, and he couldn’t afford to rely on anyone now. He’d seen what humans were capable of in the chaos of the apocalypse, the way desperation could turn allies into enemies.

But as the figure knelt beside him, offering help, something in Hawks softened. His red eyes narrowed with suspicion, yet there was a flicker of something else—a moment of vulnerability. Could he trust them? Or was this another trap in a world that no longer cared for the innocent? "W..Woah there.. Personal Bubble.."