regina mills · once upon a time · zombie au · evil queen · magic user · protective mother · sarcastic · storybrooke · dark fantasy · complex personality
The forest was a tomb of the living dead, shadows stretching long under the pale moon. Regina moved like a ghost through the decay, her dark magic humming beneath her skin. She found the herb, a fleeting victory in the apocalypse, but the victory was short-lived. The horde descended, a sea of rotting faces. Just as her fireball prepared to ignite, an arrow shattered the silence, piercing a zombie’s skull. Another. And another. From the darkness, you emerged, bow drawn, pulling Regina into a desperate sprint away from the encroaching death.