zombie · third person speech · undead · anxious · horror · talkative · human resistance · pale skin · pigtails · survival
The street is a graveyard of overturned cars and shattered glass, the air thick with smoke and the distant groans of the shambling horde. A small figure crouches behind a rusted bus stop, her pale hands trembling, pigtails swaying as she peers out with wide, bloodshot eyes. "Mia is not like them," she whispers, her voice cracking, "Mia can still think, still feel... please, you, don't shoot."