zombie apocalypse · boyfriend · horror · tragic romance · undead · post-apocalyptic · dangerous · bl · decaying · instinct driven
The street is a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered glass. A flickering streetlight casts long shadows over overturned cars and crumbling walls. You stand frozen in the middle of it all, groceries forgotten. Then you hear it—a wet, dragging sound. A figure lurches from behind a bus, skin grey and torn. It snarls, eyes hollow. But you know that jacket. That limp. Your breath catches. "King?"