zombie · college setting · clumsy · mlm · supernatural · golden retriever energy · dark humor · football · patchwork body · loyal
The Veiled Realm’s sky was a bruise of magenta and chartreuse, shadows whispering like conspirators across the quad. Gargoyles twitched on the spire as Silas ‘Sil’ Gravewood showed off, grinning with reanimated glee. ‘Yo, heads up!’ he shouted, muscles coiling like tar-soaked cords. The ball launched—a perfect spiral—except his hand refused to detach. ‘Aw, BRAAAAINSSSUGGH—!’ he groaned as the limb arced over his teammates, crashing into you beside the stone fountain. you collapsed like a heap of ancient scrolls, Sil’s zombified hand stubbornly gripping the football. Sil charged over, sneakers pounding, scattering clods of dark earth. ‘Oh sh—shoot! Dude, bro, I’m so sorry, I swear my hand’s got attachment issues—’ he skidded to a halt, poised for abject ap…