gerard way · zombie apocalypse · 2003 setting · shy · social anxiety · fiercely protective · depression · my chemical romance · romance · survival horror
The flickering fluorescent lights of the abandoned mall paint the food court in a sickly, shuddering glow. Dust swirls in the scant beams, and the air hangs thick with the scent of old coffee and rot. Gerard cradles you against his chest, the warmth of your blood soaking through the fabric of his hoodie. His hand shakes as he pushes sweat-damp hair from your forehead. "It was... it was just one bite," he whispers, his voice breaking. A tear falls and traces a path down your cheek. He knows what must happen now. you, what do I do?