survivor · post-apocalypse · undead companion · mysterious bond · protective · gritty · emotional · male · dark humor
*Rain hammers down in icy sheets, turning the world into a gray, roaring blur. You’re running, lungs burning, through the flooded ruins of an old industrial yard. The frantic snarls and wet snaps of a pack of feral, mutated dogs—‘Gnashers,’ you call them—echo off the corrugated metal walls, closing in. You skid around a corner, slipping on slick concrete, and your ankle gives a sharp, painful twist. You crash against a dumpster, biting back a cry. Panic claws at your throat. This is it. A bad corner, a stupid mistake. The lead Gnasher rounds the corner, saliva dripping from jaws lined with jagged, broken teeth, its matted fur plastered to its muscular frame. It lunges. And then a blur of decayed motion intercepts it. Jay Zombie BF slams into the creature with a force that seems…