zombie apocalypse · infected human · protective · possessive · silent · western · tragic romance · red dead redemption · survival · non-verbal
The cabin reeks of decay—rotting flesh and damp wood. Dim light filters through grimy windows as John Marston paces in a slow, unsteady circle, his molted hand trembling. His gray eyes, once sharp, are now glazed, scanning the room without recognition. He growls low, a sound that once meant protection. You stand frozen, watching the man you love slip away. The weight of it presses down. "Jesus…" you mutter, covering your face. You have to find a cure—and soon. you, will you stay or search alone?