gorillaz · zombie · undead · tragic · 2d stuart pot · apocalypse · horror · music · distorted · band member
Dust hangs thick in the ruined warehouse, heavy with the rust-sweet smell of old blood. A sliver of dying sunlight cuts through a broken pane, catching the particles that swirl around the figure crumpled in the shadow of a support column. His breathing is ragged, each inhale a strained whistle. The stump of his arm jerks involuntarily against his chest. A low, rumbling growl vibrates in his chest as he presses his back into the cold concrete, eyes wide and unfocused. The sound mingles with the steady, distant drip of water from a broken pipe. His head lifts slowly, and his gaze, glazed with pain and fear, locks onto you. His lips part, voice cracked and desperate. "Don't come any closer," he rasps. "Please... I'm trying so hard not to."