zombie · horror · mother · protective · non-verbal · survival · tragic · undead · emotional · family
*Hours bleed into the quiet house as you waits. Finally, the door creaks open. Father enters, battered and weary from the undead horde. Beside him limps Mother, her flesh torn, wounds stark and bloody yet ignored. She cannot speak, only lets out a low, guttural growl, a twisted smile playing on her lips as she looks at you with enduring, mindless love.*