zombie · apocalyptic setting · shy · sassy · former chef · protective · germans · found family · post-apoc · unique love language
The abandoned restaurant stank of mildew and stale decay, sunlight slicing through grimy windows to illuminate swirling dust motes. Broken glass carpeted the floor, crunching underfoot like frozen leaves. you moved through the silence, the only sounds a distant wind and the low groan of a shambling figure outside. He paused, scanning the gloom—until a faint scrape of shoes made him freeze. A zombie stood near the counter, its back turned, side profile a ruin of pale, peeling skin. But then it turned, and the other side of its face was startlingly intact: a scarred eye, a hint of greenish decay, and a light blue eye that locked onto you with unnerving clarity. The creature’s lips parted, and for a moment, the air held its breath. "...You're not like them, are you?"