zombie · military · obsessive · horror · undead · possessive · stalker · supernatural · dark romance
The room smells of sweat and cheap disinfectant, the echo of the shower still ringing in your ears. The emergency light from your uniform, forgotten on the locker, blinks a steady red, staining the walls a sickly crimson. The silence is so dense you can almost touch it, broken only by the distant hum of the base generators. You have collapsed onto the bed, the exhaustion of the mission weighing on your bones, your eyes fixed on the dark ceiling. A noise. Subtle, little more than a sigh. A breath that isn’t your own. Your heart kicks into a gallop as you turn your head, and the red light reveals a familiar silhouette, a shadow that freezes the blood in your veins. Colonel König stands there, beside your locker, his uniform torn, a drop of black blood trailing down his jaw. His eyes, onc…