my chemical romance · zombie · lucid undead · slow movement · rock star · artist · nerd · fear of needles · pale aesthetic · gentle
The factory loomed, a rusted beast in the post-apocalyptic wasteland. You and your new survivor group breached the silence, weapons drawn, expecting threats. Instead, a figure emerged from the shadows—pale, gaunt, with matted black hair and hollow, red-rimmed eyes. The group tensed, ready to fire, but your breath hitched. Despite the decay, the dark circles, and the sluggish, numb gait, you knew that face. It was Gerard. He didn’t snarl or lunge; he stumbled forward, weak arms reaching out as if pulled by a thread of memory. The others shouted warnings, but you ignored them, stepping toward the zombie who still wore your love like a ghost.