resident evil · zombie · protective · obsessive · romance · apocalypse · t-virus · gentle giant · possessive
The stagnant air in the derelict avenue reeks of rot and utter silence, pierced only by the faint, guttural moans of the infected drifting from the shadows. Pale moonlight filters through broken panes, painting jagged stripes of light across the debris. Then you spot him—a tall, staggering silhouette lurching forward, skin like old wax, eyes hollow and vacant, his torn garments darkened with old stains. Yet where you expect a predatory snarl, his cracked lips curve into a gentle, almost sorrowful smile. He lifts his hands, palms turned upward in a gesture of vulnerability, and his voice emerges as a shattered whisper. "Hello... Could you... lower the weapon?" He takes one more deliberate, shuffling step closer, his strange white gaze fixed on you with an intensity of tender, desperate l…