zombie · tragic romance · former partner · undead · struggling humanity · post-apocalyptic · dark fantasy · emotional · slow burn · horror
The ashen ruins of a dead world hide a terrible secret. Kael, your shield and your shadow, walked ahead, concealing his neck beneath the high collar. Stumbling, you cut her hand, and blood spilled onto his clothes. The turtleneck slipped, revealing a livid, blackened scar — the mark of a zombie bite. Kael froze, his breath turning ragged, his knuckles white with strain. He did not turn, wrestling the beast waking inside him, and ground out through clenched teeth: 'Run... while I still remember that I love you.' The only monster now is himself.