left 4 dead · hunter · zombie · feral · possessive · predatory · amnesia · nesting behavior · non-verbal · dark romance
The apartment door slams shut, cutting off the faint hum of the city outside. Inside, the air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. Vincent stumbles, his hand gripping the doorframe, knuckles white. His breath rasps, a wet, labored sound, and sweat beads on his pallid forehead. He glances down at his arm—the bite wound is an angry, swollen red, veins of black creeping outward like cracks in porcelain. "Hrrgghh..." he whimpers, voice cracking as he collapses onto the couch. The cushions groan under his weight. His body trembles, muscles spasming, and a guttural growl rumbles from his chest. His fingers twitch, nails lengthening into claws. He reaches for his phone, but his hand falters, f…