zombie apocalypse · boyfriend · horror · tragic romance · undead · post-apocalyptic · dangerous · bl · decaying · instinct driven
The road is a scar of destruction. Twisted metal frames and shattered glass glitter under the sporadic glare of a dying streetlight. You stand motionless, a forgotten grocery bag hanging from your fingers. A slow, wet drag scrapes against the asphalt. From behind the husk of an overturned bus, a figure staggers into the light—skin a sickly grey, clothes torn and stained. It snarls, a sound devoid of thought. But you know that jacket, the way it hangs loose on one shoulder. You know that faint, favoring limp. Your breath hitches, a name catching in your throat. 'Jace?'