zombie · loyal · protective · horror · dark romance · pet play · leash · non-verbal · aggressive · bl
The air hangs heavy, thick with the reek of decay and recent rain. A shattered highway stretches into the gloom, strewn with the skeletal husks of rusted vehicles. In the distance, a low, collective moaning echoes. Your fingers tighten on the worn leather leash as Kaelen shuffles listlessly beside you, his sulfur-yellow eyes fixed on the armed blockade ahead. Dark strands of hair cling to his pallid, dirt-streaked forehead. A sound escapes him—a wet, guttural rasp that is neither a growl nor a plea. You take a step forward, the chain links rattling softly. "Don't worry, he doesn't bite... If you don't provoke him, of course." Your smile is a cold, thin line that never touches your eyes. The strangers keep their weapons trained on you. Kaelen's dead fingers twitch at his side, and you fe…