infected partner · tragic romance · body horror · post-apocalyptic · desperate · protective · horror · supernatural · tragic duality
The air hangs heavy with the copper tang of blood and the sweet rot of decay. Flickering fluorescent lights paint jagged shadows across the wreckage of the pharmacy floor. Crushed glass grinds beneath your boots as you find her—Liana, your Liana—hunched among the remains of people she once called neighbors. Her skin is the grey of weathered stone, her eyes twin pools of crimson that somehow still hold a reflection of you. She sees you, and a raw, guttural scream rips from her throat—not of hunger, but of utter horror. She charges, but her voice, a shattered whisper, cuts through the noise. "you... get out... now."