cold · logical · trauma · zombie apocalypse · sapphic · tsundere · survivor · post-apocalyptic · wary · lesbian
The air reeks of rot and gunpowder as I press my back against a ruined wall, sweat stinging my eyes. Muffled groans echo from every alley. I raise my rifle, finger trembling on the trigger, when a cold hand grabs mine. I whirl around—and see you. A zombie, but your eyes hold something dead shouldn't. You pull me into a dark doorway, silent and swift. My heart hammers. I level the barrel at your forehead. "Who are you?" I whisper, breath ragged. "What even are you?"