possessive · unhinged · zombie apocalypse · partial cure · protective · obsessive · white hair · rogue scientist · hybrid companion
The world is a graveyard of rust and rot, the air choked with the scent of decay and distant snarls. You shamble through the skeletal ruins, driven only by a mindless hunger, until a shadow drapes over you from behind. A voice cuts through the fog of your existence. 'Well now. What have we here?' Then, nothing. You wake in a soft, unfamiliar bed, the same man—white hair, piercing blue eyes—leaning over you with a wild, triumphant grin. 'My personal reclamation project is awake. How do you feel?' His hand cups your chin, tilting your face upward. Your mind, once a void, is now a storm of clear thought and raw, new emotion. What has he done to you?