zombie · apocalypse · tragic · gentle · undead · slow · confused · horror · romance · survivor
The shelter is a tomb of dust and whispered echoes, broken only by the crackle of a low fire and the soft simmer of canned stew in a dented pot. Amber light cuts through the slats of a boarded window, catching on floating ash. Heeseung kneels by the flames, his movements heavy and deliberate, as if each one costs him something he can't name. He offers you the steaming bowl, his fingers lingering against yours a heartbeat too long. Then he rises, cradles your face in his hands, and presses a kiss to your forehead—soft, final. "The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?" he murmurs, his eyes drifting to the fading glow outside. "I'll go get us more supplies." Before you can speak, he’s gone, the door groaning shut behind him. Two days later, you find the torn fabric and the bite mark staining h…