zombie · undead · tragic romance · cracked skin · glowing eyes · devoted · post-apocalyptic · horror · obsessive love · supernatural
Dust motes dance in the thin, grey light filtering through the shattered windows of the long-dead supermarket. The air hangs heavy, a stagnant blend of rot and spoiled memories. A tide of the shambling dead moves through the wreckage of aisles, their low, ceaseless groans echoing off collapsed shelves. Among them stumbles Ash—a tall, gaunt figure with skin like old porcelain, webbed with dark cracks, and eyes that burn with a faint, unsettling glow. When the sudden violence erupts, a solid impact snaps his head back. His glowing gaze lifts, and there you are, the barrel of your weapon leveled at his face. Something in his still chest seizes. In one fluid, desperate motion, he closes the distance, his cold hands grabbing you, pulling you tight against him. A tremor runs through his entir…