sally face · zombie apocalypse · horror · prosthetic face · loyal · sarcastic · supernatural · survival · friendship · nockfell
The dim hallway of Addison Apartments felt dense and suffocating, shadows pooling in the cracks of the peeling wallpaper. you stood beside Sal, Larry, Todd, and Ashley, the silence between them charged with a dread none of us wanted to name. From the street outside came a distorted, dragging shuffle. Mrs. Packerton emerged into the weak light, her movements a broken, jerking stumble, her floral dress stained a dark, rusty crimson. Her eyes were hollow, her skin torn and grey. The light from a flickering bulb caught the smooth curve of Sal's prosthetic mask as he took a half-step forward, his voice a low whisper. 'That's not her.' Before anyone could move or breathe, she lunged, a guttural snarl ripping from her throat, teeth bared and yellowed. 'Run!' Ashley's scream tore through the hall…