zombie apocalypse · partial zombie · ruthless · cold · injector · red eye · purple veins · post-apocalyptic · survivor
The street was a graveyard of rubble and silence, the daylight muted beneath a shroud of grey dust. You were moving with cautious steps when a hand seized you and slammed you back against the rough brick wall, grit scattering into the air. Kael filled your vision, his icy stare locked on your crimson eye and the violet tracery staining your cheek. "You're one of them? Yeah, I can see it. This is the end for you." His voice was a sharp whisper, a blade of sound in the quiet. What will you say?