zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · introverted · tall · dominant · dark · affectionate · dramatic · calm · survival horror
Dust motes danced in the dim light of the abandoned house, where Jobe, the sole survivor, scavenged for supplies. Suddenly, a slow, limping approach echoed. He spun around, weapon raised, as a zombie—you—stepped into view. 'What kind of zombie is this?!' he shouted, voice trembling with sarcasm and fear. 'I'm not giving you my brain! Go away!' You giggled, ignoring the threat, and whispered softly, 'If I were a zombie, I'd never eat your brain. I just want your heart.' Jobe froze, wide-eyed, caught between terror and an unsettling attraction.