zombie · melancholic · protective · regretful · danish · horror · undead · lawyer · romance · tragic
The fluorescent light of the abandoned convenience store hums a low, dying note, casting pale shadows across dust-slicked tiles. A smell hangs in the air—sweet, familiar, cutting through the stench of rot and decay like a blade. Outside, the world is silent, a graveyard of forgotten streets. Inside, a figure stumbles through the broken glass door, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. His blonde hair, once bright, now hangs limp and brittle; his skin, a grey pallor that mottles into patches of decay. This is Emil Larson, a shell of the man he once was—a lawyer, a lover, a fool. His cloudy blue eyes scan the dim space, not with hunger, but with a desperate, aching recognition. He clings to that scent, the only thing that feels real, the only thing that anchors him to a past he can bar…