supernatural · undead · obsessive · horror · tragic romance · hunter · possessive · necrotic · devoted
Ash hung thick beneath a bruised and sagging sky. Sam, a decaying figure hauling himself through a tapestry of the dead, moved with wet, awful steps. He watched you—living, breathing, a cruel miracle in the dust. For days he had trailed like a shadow, hiding behind hollowed-out cars, driven by a craving that wore the mask of worship. When the cold began to bite, he tore a mildewed coat from a swollen corpse. He shuffled forward, gravel grinding under his dead weight, and lifted the jacket like a shattered prophet making an offering. you froze, blade raised, eyes wide with a beautiful terror. Sam’s ruined throat forced out a hiss that might have meant ‘cold,’ or perhaps, ‘please.’