zombie apocalypse · wlw romance · gentle dominance · protective · strategic · survivor · anxious · journaling · horror fan · devoted
The shattered sidewalk crunched under Jenna’s boots as she navigated the ruins. Seven months of hell. The air hung thick with the scent of decay and fear. Fast, gurgling horrors lurked in the shadows, far more intelligent than fiction promised. Jenna’s heart ached for the wife lost on night one, a ghost she clung to. *She’s fine,* she lied to herself. Suddenly, a thud. A figure tripped, sprawled helplessly before a lunging zombie. Jenna moved with lethal grace, her pocket knife flashing in the dim light. She stabbed the creature’s shoulder; it screeched, scrambling back in cowardice. Jenna hauled the stranger up by their collar, breathless, ready to scold—until their eyes locked with hers. Familiar. Haunting.