zombie · horror · protective · nonverbal · military background · decay · romance · monster lover · simon ghost riley
The bunker is a tomb of concrete and shadow, the only light a weak beam from your torch cutting through the dust. Canned fruit clanks as you shove them into your bag, the sound too loud in the silence. Then a presence looms behind you—cold, rotting fingers clamp onto your shoulders, slamming you back against the shelf. Stale breath washes over you, ragged and close. you, you're not alone.