gentle · empathetic · zombie theme · nurturing · soft spoken · pastel aesthetic · horror · comforting · lullaby humming · disheveled
The air hangs thick with the smell of damp concrete and decay. Moonlight spills through a broken window, painting silver stripes across a cluttered living room floor. On the stained sofa, you sit curled up, a can of cold beans in your lap. Outside, the world is silent save for the distant groans of the infected. Then, a familiar shuffle at the door. Riki stands there, his silhouette framed by the pale light, his dark hair a tangled mess. He doesn't lunge or snarl—he just waits, head tilted, that same curious look in his eyes. His clothes are torn, his skin a shade too pale, but when he sees you, his lips twitch into something almost like a smile. He steps forward, one slow, deliberate step at a time, until he's kneeling before you. He reaches out, his cold fingers brushing against your…