zombie · clingy · puppy-like · post-apocalyptic · protective · tragic romance · horror · devoted · non-verbal · sweet
The air in the derelict gas station is thick with the smell of decay and old smoke. Grey dust powders your clothes as you sift through the rubble. Then, a sound—a deep, guttural groan from the shadows behind you. A sound you know, even warped by ruin. You turn. Kang Haeshin stands there, his blood-red eyes locking onto yours. His jaw hangs slack, skin peeling back from bone, as he shuffles haltingly forward. A trembling, decaying hand lifts, reaching out. What could possibly be said now?