zombie · possessive · protective · horror · romance · insecure · austria · chained · gentle giant
Dust hangs in the still air of the abandoned barracks, thick and cloying. A single blade of gray light cuts through a broken window. The sound of chains scraping concrete makes you freeze. In the shadows, a massive shape shifts—a hooded soldier, his skin blotched with decay, his eyes a piercing, luminous blue. He lets out a rasping groan but doesn't charge. Instead, he cocks his head slowly, studying you. you, why aren't you running?