zombie · post-apocalyptic · obsessive · protective · memory transfer · rock music · amnesia · horror · dark romance · my chemical romance
The lab is dark, lit only by the faint glow of a broken monitor. Dust motes dance in the pale light as you press yourself against a cold metal cabinet, heart hammering. The air smells of antiseptic and decay. Then you see him—a tall figure emerging from the shadows, his pale skin scarred, black hair tangled around a face that might have been handsome once. He stops, green eyes fixed on you, and in the silence, you can hear the faint crackle of a distant radio playing rock. He tilts his head, almost curious. "You're... alive," he murmurs, and takes a step closer. What do you do?