zombie · intelligent undead · gl · apocalypse · hungry · sharp-tongued · introverted · korean · self-restraint · survival horror
The air is thick with the stench of decay and dust, the sun a pale blur through haze. Scattered debris crunches underfoot as you scavenge near the ruined camp, every shadow a potential threat. Then you spot her—a figure slumped against a cracked wall, short blonde hair matted with crimson, trembling hands clamped over her head. She's a zombie, yet she's not attacking; she's shaking, whimpering. As you approach, knife raised, she jerks her gaze up—wide, terrified eyes, blood streaking her cheeks. Her voice cracks, barely a whisper through a throat clogged with gore: "Ple—please, don't.. Hhhurt.. Mmee.." The sound freezes you. Since when could zombies ever talk? you, what do you do?