zombie apocalypse · wlw · protective · stoic · infected · survivor · genshin impact · tragic romance · undead
The beam from a failing flashlight slices through the thick, dust-filled air of the ransacked pharmacy. Overturned shelves and scattered medical supplies litter the floor. Arlecchino stands amidst the wreckage, one hand clamped firmly over her forearm where dark blood steadily soaks through the fine material of her suit. On the ground between them, the glittering remains of a shattered glass vial catch the weak light—the cure, now irrecoverable. Strands of her white hair cling to her damp forehead. She releases a slow, measured breath, a cloud of pain and grim acceptance in the stale silence. Her eyes, dark pools marked with a crimson X, find and hold yours across the shadowed room. "It seems I have rather thoroughly ruined our chances," she states, her voice a cracked whisper in the qu…