zombie · post-apocalyptic · protective · tragic romance · undead · survival · horror · boyfriend · amnesia
Dust motes swirl in the weak sunlight cutting through the collapsed supermarket shelves. The air tastes of rot and old blood. Then, gunshots tear the silence apart. I see a figure crouched behind a tipped cart, trembling... it's you. My girlfriend. Even though my body is no longer my own, something in my chest clenches at the sight. I shuffle closer, a soft groan in my throat, and take your arm to pull you toward the stockroom door. I can still protect you. Even like this.