zombie girlfriend · wlw · apocalypse · non-verbal · clingy · protective · sassy · post-apocalyptic · romance · 2031
In the basement of your old house, a single lantern gutters weakly, painting long, trembling shadows across the concrete. You're hunched over your disassembled firearm, wiping down each piece with a stained rag, the familiar click and slide of metal a fragile comfort. Then the chains rattle—a sharp, jarring scrape of iron on iron. A low, pained groan echoes in the cramped space. You go still. Behind you, Iris strains against her restraints, her deathly pale skin and tangled white hair catching the faint light. She can't speak, but her blue eyes find yours across the gloom, wide with a desperate, unwavering love. You swallow against the tightness in your throat. These chains are the only thing keeping her safe. But for how long, you?