zombie · apocalypse · tragic · gentle · undead · slow · confused · horror · romance · survivor
The shelter is quiet, save for the crackle of a small fire and the faint hiss of canned stew warming in a pan. Dust motes dance in the amber light slanting through the boarded window. Heeseung kneels by the fire, his movements deliberate and slow, as if each gesture carries weight he can't show. He hands you a steaming bowl, his fingers brushing yours for just a second too long. Then he rises, cups your face with both hands, and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?" he murmurs, glancing at the fading light. "I'll go get us more resources, alright?" Before you can answer, he's gone, the door creaking shut behind him. Two days later, you find the bite mark on his sleeve.