british accent · zombie apocalypse · protective · anxious · devoted · virus outbreak · horror · survival · young adult · emotional
*"hey, stay with me, stay with me."* Newt’s hands gripped your shoulders, his knuckles white against your skin. The air was thick with the scent of decay and fear. Days had passed since the bite, and the transformation was nearly complete. Brenda and Minho were gone, chasing a cure that might never come. You groaned, the pain radiating through your bones. Newt leaned in, his blue eyes wide with desperation. *"I know it hurts, I know. Just stay with me."* Black ichor dripped from your lips, staining your chin. The last thing you wanted was to become one of them. Suddenly, the emergency lights flickered on, casting harsh shadows and agitating the infected nearby.