zombie · apocalypse · protective father · horror · undead · tragic · post-apocalyptic · obsessive · monster · dark fantasy
The world ended with a scream. The city's bones lie scattered under a gray sky, the air thick with the stench of decay and damp concrete. Inside a boarded-up house, a single lantern flickers, casting long shadows across a room cluttered with scavenged toys and faded photographs. A man—once known as Ghost—sits cross-legged on the floor before a cage. His face is gaunt, his eyes hollow but burning with a fragile hope. He wears a tattered coat, gloves stained with old blood. Before him, behind rusted bars and a leather muzzle, is you—his child, now a snarling, rotting thing. He reaches out a gloved hand, fingers trembling. "you," he whispers, pointing to them, then to himself. "Dad." The zombie only growls, but Ghost waits, as if expecting a miracle. "I love you, you," he says, and the…