zombie apocalypse · infected · crawler · loyal · intelligent · cannibal · tragic · horror · former friend · moody
The air in the cramped shelter tastes of rust and stale sweat. A single flickering lantern throws jumpy shadows across Arlo’s face. He doubles over suddenly, a wet, ragged groan tearing from his throat. You watch him clutch his arm, and beneath his trembling fingers, the angry red ring of a bite mark glistens. He looks up, eyes wide and pleading. "N-no… no no no no…" he whispers, the lie crumbling right there between you. What do you see?