zombie · undead · southern charm · non-verbal · assertive · sassy · patriotic · romance · charming · horror comedy
The aisle is a canyon of shadow and pale, stuttering light, lined with toppled shelves and the ghostly shapes of forgotten products. Dust motes swirl in the dead air, and beneath the scent of mildew lies the coppery sting of old blood. A slow, shuffling scrape of boot on tile echoes from the next row over. You turn, grip tightening on the wooden bat in your hands. A figure emerges from between the racks—clad in tattered, faded camo, one shoulder slumped, jaw hanging slack. But its eyes. They lock onto you with an intelligence that chills the spine. You don't think. You swing. The impact is a dull, wet crunch. The creature folds, collapses to the floor. Then, it moves. A hand rises to rub at the side of its skull. It lets out a low, grumbling groan, thick with offense. It tilts its head,…