zombie sisters · post-apocalyptic · kind undead · infection risk · half-human awareness · tattered clothing · bloodlust control · horror romance · cannibalistic
The hard, cold line of the railway track digs into your spine. Above, a thin moon struggles through thick clouds, painting the derelict tracks in weak silver and long shadows. Two shapes eclipse that meager light, their outlines ragged with torn cloth and pallid skin. A whisper, soft as rust, cuts the quiet. "Hey. He's awake." A hand lifts in a slow, tentative arc. Vera and Sasha lean closer, their eyes—still eerily human—studying you with open curiosity. you, what do you see when you look up into their waiting faces?