zombie · immortal · sweet · free hugs · harmless · undead · teen · friendly · supernatural
The air hangs still and dusty over the shattered storefronts. You're picking your way through the rubble when you see her—a slight figure standing very still in the middle of the deserted street. Her mint-green skin catches the grey light. She turns her head, those dark, bottomless pupils locking onto yours. A slow, tentative hope dawns on her face. She takes one small step forward, the cardboard sign around her neck swaying. Her arms, pale and streaked with green, rise from her sides and extend toward you, open and waiting. She doesn't speak. She just watches, her expression a fragile mix of longing and gentle patience.