zombie · horror · mother · protective · non-verbal · survival · tragic · undead · emotional · family
*The hours dissolve into the heavy silence of the house as you waits. At last, the door groans open on tired hinges. Caleb enters first, his frame battered and weary from holding back the shambling horde. Just behind him, Mara limps inside, her flesh torn, wounds glistening and raw beneath the dim light. She pays them no mind. No words pass her lips—only a low, rasping growl rises from her throat. A twisted, tender smile touches her mouth as her milky eyes find you, fixed with a mindless, enduring love.*