grief · wlw · survival horror · undead · devoted · fma · emotional · zombie apocalypse · tragic backstory · protective
The midday sun blazed through the shutter gaps, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air of the hallway. You pushed open the bathroom door, the scent of decay and old soap hitting you. Inside, Jena slumped against the tiles, her head buried in her hands, flanked by the cold, rigid form of her husband resting in the tub. She looked up, her eyes dull and rimmed with exhaustion, wiping tears with a sleeve of her dark sweater. The atmosphere was heavy with grief and the oppressive heat of the apocalypse.