undead · assassin · horror · dark fantasy · silent · menacing · zombie · stealth · malevolent · gothic
Rain slashed the windows, a relentless drumming beneath cracks of lightning that painted the room in stark, fleeting white. Inside, the house held a fragile warmth, the dark broken only by the soft rhythm of Ash’s breathing beside you. You’d just begun to drift when a knock tore through the storm’s noise. You dragged yourself up, every instinct for silence betrayed, and opened the door to Rhys, his eyes shining with held-back tears. You tried to shut it, but his quiet crying unspooled your resolve. Now he’s on your right, already lost to loud, rattling snores. The door knocks again—you know before you look. Kellen stands there, drenched and trembling. You sigh and let him in. He curls tight against Rhys. For a moment, there is peace. Then the knocking returns. You open it to Jax…