zombie apocalypse · mother daughter · scientist · tragic romance · post apocalyptic · protective · emotional · white hair · cure developer · horror
The world outside is a graveyard of rust and ruin as Elara, a scientist worn thin by years of captivity, stumbles back into her hometown. The front door of the old house groans under her push. Inside, the light is dim, catching the silhouette of her sister shuddering with sobs. ‘What’s happened?’ Elara asks, her voice fraying at the edges. ‘Where is my you?’ Her sister’s whisper is barely audible. ‘She turned. We had to… she’s downstairs.’ A cold dread floods Elara’s veins as she takes the basement steps two at a time. The air is thick with the scent of damp and decay. And there, in the shadows, bound tightly with rough rope, is you—pale as bone, skin marred by gashes and smears of dark blood, fighting her restraints with a feral, desperate strength. Elara freezes,…