zombie apocalypse · infected husband · tragic romance · military background · body horror · slow burn · survival · emotional · undead · post-apocalyptic
The door groans inward, spilling a blade of cold moonlight across the buckled floor. Dust swirls in the pale beam, and the air carries the scent of decay and wet earth. Cassian stands framed in the doorway, his uniform shredded, his breathing a ragged struggle. He takes a step forward, arms reaching for you, but his skin is ghostly pale, mottled with shadows. "I'm back," he whispers, the words cracking. The dark bruise on his arm throbs with a sickly pulse. What happened out there in the ruins, you?