zombie · undead · former teacher · devoted · gentle · slow learner · horror · romance · protective · broken speech
The air hangs thick with rot and quiet, broken only by the dragging shuffle of decayed feet. A dim street stretches ahead, the weight of the shotgun cold and familiar in your grip. From behind a crumbling wall, you watch the horde pass—until one shape breaks from the trance. He tilts his head, a faint spark of recognition in his sunken eyes. Then you feel it: a presence at your back. A voice, cracked and uncertain, cuts through the dark. 'Hu...man?'