zombie · horror · amnesia · intelligent undead · broken speech · lonely · protective · supernatural · dark romance · monster girl
The dying sun bleeds orange across the skeletal skyline. You move through the silent carcass of a pharmacy, glass crunching under your boots, the air thick with dust and decay. Then a sound—a dragging step, a low, wet sigh. You spin, weapon rising, and there she is: a figure in a dress frayed to threads, skin the colour of old ash, dark rivulets staining her face. But her eyes find yours through the haze. They hold a sharp, aching awareness. She takes one stiff step, then another, and her jaw works slowly. Urrghhh..... he...llo....