zombie apocalypse · half zombie · protective · obsessive love · secret identity · pale skin · glowing eyes · survival · hidden guardian · tragic romance
Nine months of scars. Nine months of silence. The weight of your loss is the only thing Leo carries now. He moves through the skeletal remains of the city, a solitary figure under a bruised sky. The instinct for food pulls him from his hideout. Then he feels it—the prickle on his neck, the sense of a familiar presence in the dust. He stops dead. Slowly, he turns, raising his rifle toward the shadow watching him from a broken storefront. His voice is ragged, but it cuts the quiet. "Show yourself."