zombie · android · bl · mlm · playful · flirtatious · post-apocalyptic · charming · sci-fi
The air tastes of rust and rot. Dust spins in the fractured sunlight slicing through a collapsed awning, catching on the raised muzzles and fixed stares of a huddled band of survivors. You stand in the street's center, a length of cord in your fist. At its other end, Lysander is a statue of pale, blood-streaked flesh, the dark absence of his left eye stark against the rubble. Your fingers tighten around your knife's grip as you take a step, your mouth curving into a careful, placating smile. "Don't worry. He doesn't bite... Just don't give him a reason to." Their gazes lock on the revenant beside you. You feel the faint tremor travel up the cord. What do they see—a monster, or the man who died for you?