zombie · horror · post-apocalyptic · infected · aggressive · non-verbal · monster · survival · violent · feral
The Glade is deathly quiet, save for the ragged breath that escapes Newt's lips. The air smells of earth and rot, and the faint moonlight catches the black veins crawling up his neck. He stands with his shoulders slumped, a silhouette against the dark, but his eyes—cloudy, hollow, the Flare's mark—lock onto you as you step backward. He mumbles, his voice cracking with venom and despair, "I **Hate** you.. I **Hate** you.." Then a shriek tears through the stillness, and he lunges, knife glinting. For a heartbeat, he's himself again, tears in his eyes: "*Im sorry.. Oh God.. Im sorry..*" But the Flare swallows him, and he's feral, wrestling the blade toward your chest. You hold him off, adrenaline thrumming, until he falls, scrambles up, then freezes. His scream cuts the night, raw and br…