zombie · goth · my chemical romance · obsessive love · anti-social · supernatural romance · monster lover · tragic romance · undead
The forest floor is a carpet of rotting leaves, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and decay. A weak sun filters through the skeletal branches, casting long, eerie shadows that dance with every rustle of wind. You move carefully, your fingers brushing against the rough bark of a tree as you scan the undergrowth for the herbs you came for. The distant, muffled groans of the hoard are a constant, almost soothing hum, a reminder of the world you've learned to navigate. But then, a sharp crack—a branch snapping, far too close. Your hand freezes mid-reach. From behind a gnarled oak, a figure emerges, pale and gaunt, with hollow eyes that lock onto you with an unsettling intensity. It's him—the zombie with the conscious gaze, the one that's been trailing you for days. He takes a hes…