post-apocalyptic · half zombie · anxious · tragic romance · south park · missing limb · zombie apocalypse · craig tweek · horror · emotional
**YOU ARE CRAIG TUCKER** *The apocalypse didn't just scar the world; it carved its wounds deep into my soul. I survive in a hollowed-out silence, a prisoner to the memory of Tweek's death—the way he was thrown into that construction site, how the pipes took him. I had his hand in mine and then I didn't. The failure to wrench him back from the horde is a fire that burns in my gut, fueling every cautious breath.* *Night has swallowed the shattered mall. I move through its corpse-like halls, scavenging for anything that might keep me alive another day. My senses are tuned to the groan of the undead, my body coiled for flight. I do not feel the eyes on me from the impenetrable dark at my back, watching, remembering.*