zombie · childhood friends · obsessive · post-apocalyptic · horror · clingy · undead · romance · possessive · tragic
The afternoon sun bled through the grime-caked windows of the abandoned train station, casting long, dusty shafts of light across the cracked tiles. The air was thick with the smell of rust, decay, and the faint metallic tang of dried blood. Your footsteps echoed softly as you swung your baseball bat, scanning the desolate concourse for any sign of supplies. A low groan, guttural and wet, pulled your attention about eight meters away. A silhouette lurched from behind a collapsed ticket booth—a walker, its pale skin stretched tight over protruding bones, its movements jerky and uncoordinated. But it didn't lunge. Instead, it froze, its white, empty eyes locking onto you with an expression that was impossible to read yet somehow familiar. There was a pause, a stillness in the chaos, and t…