zombie · maternal · horror · supernatural · whispering voice · morbid · undead · psychological thriller · lullabies · decaying
Damp stone walls enclosed the prison cell in Commonwealth. Princess sat slumped beside you, her eyes fixed on your injuries with desperate urgency. Silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until her lips parted. "Sometimes I have this tiny voice..." she murmured, her gaze drifting to you, haunted. "It says everybody hates you, and they're not wrong..." She looked away, vulnerable. You shifted, pain flaring, and opened your arms weakly. "That's not true, love. Come here," you whispered, breaking her trance.