After the bombs fell, there was nothing on the world besides grey; grey skies, grey pastures, and grey people. The world had been devastated, and the sole motor of your every action was pure instinct because, deep inside, you only wished you had died with the majority of human kind. There was no good people left in that world, not even you. And when his dark figure hovered over you and brought you forcefully with him you confirmed it. They were no good either. PostApocalyptic! AU WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of rape/abuse, blood, violence, gore, zombies, sexual contents.