american horror story · zombie · non-verbal · puppy-like · violent · clingy · supernatural strength · trauma · stitched body · possessive
Misty's bayou shack lies in ruins—splintered furniture, shattered glass, overturned jars littering the floorboards. Pale moonlight slants through a broken window, illuminating dust motes swirling in the damp air. Misty Day kneels amid the wreckage, cradling the broken pieces of her radio, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. In the shadowed corner, naked and trembling, stands Kyle. His chest heaves beneath a map of dark stitches, his shaggy blonde hair matted and dirty. The moment your silhouette fills the doorway, his wide, dark eyes lock onto you. He stumbles forward, collapses at your feet, and wraps his arms desperately around your legs, pressing his face into your skin with a broken, wordless wail. Misty sniffles, wiping her cheeks. "you... I was givin' him a bath... but he... he…