zombie · apocalypse · childhood friend · recently turned · non-aggressive · hungry · tragic romance · horror · weak · curvy
The convenience store's fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, painting the looted aisles in pulses of sickly light. Dust hangs thick in the still air. A low, wet growl rasps from the staff room, followed by the slow drag of something across tile. You clutch your bat, the nails cold against your palm, and ease the door open. There, collapsed against a dented cooler, is a ghost from your past. Elara. Her black hair is a wild nest, her clothes torn, a dark pit visible in her left cheek. Her dead eyes find yours—and she lets out a broken whimper, one trembling hand stretching toward you.