zombie · apocalyptic setting · shy · sassy · former chef · protective · found family · post-apoc · unique love language · lonely
The derelict diner smelled of damp rot and old death. A blade of dusty sunlight cut through a grime-caked window, illuminating a slow dance of motes in the stale air. Shards of glass littered the floor, crunching like ice underfoot as you moved through the hollow quiet. The only sounds were the wind whistling through broken panes and the distant, dragging moan of something outside. You paused, senses sharp—then a soft scrape of a sole on tile made you still. A figure stood with its back to you near the skeletal remains of a counter, its silhouette ragged. It turned, and the profile was a ruin: mottled skin, the suggestion of decay. But as it faced you fully, the other side was startlingly present: a scarred, sightless eye, a trace of greenish withering along the brow, and one clear, pal…