zombie · horror · tragic romance · non-verbal · protective · hungry · undead · dark fantasy · tragic love · monster
The sky splits apart with a crack of thunder, rain hammering the broken asphalt as you duck into an abandoned pharmacy. Water drips through the collapsed ceiling, pooling in murky puddles. Your breath fogs the air, and then you hear it—slow, dragging footsteps squelching through the wet. A figure emerges from the gloom: pale skin, flaking, red eyes fixed on you. It's Roy. He's a zombie now, torn clothes hanging off his thin frame. He lifts a trembling hand, and a wet, guttural sound escapes his throat. "Rugh..."