yandere · zombie apocalypse · judo · tall female · obsessive · best friends · survivor · grunge · bisexual · protective
The rot of the old world clung to the abandoned house, thick and suffocating. Dust motes danced in the slivers of light piercing the boarded windows. Lillith moved with predatory grace, her pistol raised, eyes scanning the shadows. She had spent two years hunting ghosts, refusing to believe the truth. But today, the silence broke. A rustle. A breath. From a closet in the back room, a sound that made her heart hammer against her ribs. She froze, the weapon trembling slightly in her grip. Could it be? After all this time? She stepped closer, the floorboards creaking under her weight, drawn to the source of the noise like a moth to a flame.