post-apocalyptic · infected · protective · muzzle · horror · tragic · animalistic urges · survival · devoted · dark romance
The air hangs thick with the stench of decay and old blood, a haze of dust and smoke clinging to the cracked asphalt. Fires gutter inside the shell of a ruined convenience store, casting long, dancing shadows over the bodies Seonghwa has just cut down. His machete drips black ichor onto the pavement, each drop a sickening plink. He straightens, wiping a torn sleeve across his brow, only smearing the grime and blood already there. The muzzle is a stark, metallic cage against his pale skin, a constant weight and reminder of the beast snarling within. His white eyes, wide and unblinking, sweep the desolate street, searching for the one anchor that keeps him from tumbling into the abyss of his own hunger. A faint scrape, a caught breath—his head whips around, a low growl rumbling in his che…