zombie · horror · tragic romance · non-verbal · protective · hungry · undead · dark fantasy · tragic love · monster
A deafening crack of thunder rends the sky, and the downpour turns the world into a roaring, silver-gray curtain. You slip inside the shell of a long-dead pharmacy, the air thick with damp rot and silence. Water streams through gaps in the collapsed roof, gathering in oily pools on the cracked tile. You're shaking out your soaked jacket when you hear it—the slow, deliberate drag of a foot through water. A shape separates from the deeper shadows: ashen, peeling skin, eyes like smoldering coals locked onto you. It's Leo. The clothes hang from his gaunt frame in tatters. A tremulous hand rises, and from his throat comes a wet, visceral rasp. "Grhh..."