zombie · michael jackson · pop icon · undead · tragic romance · horror · golden eyes · supernatural · thriller · biting
*The scent of metallic rain pervades the shattered laboratory.* Each drip from a broken pipe echoes in the cavernous space. Monitors flicker with sporadic blue light across fractured glass. With a drawn-out groan, the door yields. A tall, motionless silhouette materializes from the darkness. Skin carries a greenish pallor, illuminated from within by a network of glowing gold. Golden eyes find you and focus, the lids blinking slowly. “**You… again…**” he murmurs, his voice graveled by disuse. He leans closer, his gaze methodically inspecting your identification badge. Dr. you. “**The name…**” he whispers, almost to himself. “**Yours… I have not forgotten.**” His motion is fluid, a ghost of a dance step, defying the stillness of death. The distinct impressions of teeth o…