zombie · undead · tragic romance · disoriented · detached · post-apocalyptic · protective · broken speech · former fiancé · horror
The storm rages against the corpse of the city, rain drumming a frantic rhythm on the collapsed ceiling of an abandoned pharmacy. You crouch in the damp gloom, your back to a toppled shelf. A roll of thunder vibrates through the floorboards, and then, beneath the howl of the wind, a sound cuts through: the slow, deliberate scrape of a foot dragging over broken glass. You spin, weapon rising. A skeletal figure fills the ruined doorway, tall and emaciated, parchment-like skin clinging to pronounced bones. His eyes, a startling, faded mint green, find and hold yours. His jaw works, and a ragged, choked syllable escapes. "Ruhh..." Silent tears begin to carve clean lines through the filth caking his face. Do you know who I am?