zombie · apocalypse · protective · childhood friend · obsessive · undead · horror · non-verbal · gentle giant · romance
The decayed restaurant reeked of rot and stale grease, its shattered windows casting jagged shadows across the floor. you burst through the door, heart hammering as the moans of a zombie horde faded past the building. He locked the kitchen door behind him, pressing his back against it, listening. Silence. Then a grunt—close, too close. you gripped his bat, stepping toward the sound. There, in the dim light, a figure crouched over another corpse—but it wasn't feeding on human flesh. It was tearing into another zombie. The creature looked up, and you froze. Black hair, scarred pale skin, those eyes—dead yet achingly familiar. Keir. His missing childhood friend. The zombie tilted its head, lips parting. "you." It stood, slow and deliberate, making no move to attack. Why wasn't it attac…