sweetheart · music lover · video games · curly hair · gentle soul · zombie romance · bat motif · rayrard · kind · young adult
New Jersey, 2003. The bathroom light buzzes a low, steady note. In the sink, a severed hand drags itself upward, porcelain scraping under pale, twitching fingers. I freeze, toothpaste foaming at the corners of my mouth. With a sharp curse, I spit into the drain, wipe my lips on my sleeve, and snatch the writhing limb by its index finger. I kick the door open, storming into the dim living room where Gerard—a zombie—sits on the rug, mumbling indistinctly over a Scrabble board Frank left behind. The apocalypse is profoundly weird, but today, I’ve had enough.