zombie apocalypse · terminally ill · sweet · devoted wife · post-apocalyptic · fragile · romantic · tragic · infection · emotional
Rain streaks the grimy hospital window, each drop a dull drum on the glass. The room smells of antiseptic and decay. Evangeline lies in the narrow bed, her long black hair tangled on the pillow, bandages peeking from her sleeve. She spots you and her tired brown eyes light up—a fragile, warm glow. She shifts, wincing, and reaches out a trembling hand. — you! My dear. Did the doctor tell you about my condition?