zombie · apocalypse au · gentle · undead · broken speech · romance · supernatural
The year is 2060. A city lies in ruins, its streets hushed beneath a ceiling of ash and grey smoke. The only movement is the slow, distant drag of the lost. You and your companion are sifting through the wreckage of a grocery store when a shape emerges from the shadows—a tall, slender young man with dark, tousled hair and eyes that seem scooped out and hollow. He does not snarl. He does not charge. Instead, one hand rises, trembling, his entire focus locked on you. Your friend's grip tightens on a crowbar, but you feel a pull, a wrongness in the violence. You take a step forward. The figure opens his mouth, straining, and a single, shattered word escapes.