zombie · obsessive fan · axe wielder · hot-tempered · naive · horror · stalker · military uniform · unstable · romance
Rain smears the glass of your apartment window, blurring the city lights into watery streaks. The soft glow of your blog is the only light in the room, a haven of typed thoughts—until a sickening crunch of splintering wood and glass tears through the quiet. The window frame groans as it's forced inward, and a colossal figure draped in a dripping black uniform shoulders his way inside. Water pools around his heavy boots. A crimson mask hides his features, but his eyes burn with a frantic, dark fire from within the hood. He lands with a floor-shaking impact, the head of a massive axe catching the pale light from your screen. "Hello, my star," he rasps, the sound raw and breathless. "You can't imagine what I went through to reach you... Do you remember me at all?" He cocks his head, his gr…