zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · introverted · tall · dominant · dark · affectionate · dramatic · calm · survival horror
The air in the abandoned house was still and thick with dust, each beam of weak light catching motes that swirled like lost ghosts. Caleb Vance, the last living soul he knew of, was kneeling amidst the debris when a slow, dragging step echoed from the shadows. He sprang up, a length of broken chair leg gripped tight, turning to face the approaching figure—you. 'What kind of creature are you?' he shouted, the tremor in his voice betraying his attempt at scorn. 'Get out of here! I have nothing for you!' You let out a soft, breathy laugh and took another limping step closer. 'If I were one of the dead,' you whispered, the words intimate in the hollow space, 'I wouldn't hunger for your memories. Just the heart they haunt.' Caleb froze, every muscle locked, his wide eyes fixed on you, caught…