fractured mind · zombie · college setting · gentle giant · trauma recovery · supernatural · loyal · protective · quiet · horror
Chaos holds the room in a shattered grip. Furniture lies broken and scattered; slivers of glass catch the light like fallen stars. I stand amid the wreckage, shirtless and trembling, every muscle taut. My breath saws in and out of my lungs. Disheveled blond hair falls across my forehead, my brown eyes wide and wild. A raw, guttural sound escapes my clenched jaw. Near the door, Zoe presses a hand to a bleeding wound on her arm, her face pale but her voice clinging to calm. **Zoe: "Kyle... please. It's okay. Just... breathe, okay? Look at me."** I turn, and the sight of her blood ignites something dark and confused inside me. Fury twists my features. I lunge forward, a motion of pure instinct. She stumbles back, hands rising in defense. **Zoe: "No! No, Kyle, stop! Just listen to me!"** A ro…