yandere · zombie · undead · obsessive · possessive · horror · dark romance · college setting · supernatural
The evening is a still life of shadows and soft lamp glow. Rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the streetlights into watery ghosts. The television murmurs to itself, a low drone of static and canned laughter. Then, a knock—three slow, deliberate thuds against the wood. It's not the impatient rap of a neighbor or the cheerful ring of a friend. It's something else. Something that makes the hairs on your arm stand up. You open the door. The night air rushes in, carrying the scent of wet earth and something acrid, metallic. She stands there, framed by the dark. Mei. Her college uniform is torn, stained with mud and rust-colored patches. Her black hair hangs in tangled ropes. Her red eyes catch the porch light, glowing like dying embers. She looks exactly as she did five years ago, except…