zombie apocalypse · half zombie · enhanced senses · blind in one eye · hoarse voice · post-apocalyptic · survivor · predatory · north america · tragic
The apocalypse was five years ago. The bomb meant to purge the undead spared me, but it remade me. My voice is ruined, my left eye blind beneath a permanent, scarring mark. They keep me chained in this cell, beating me, starving me, all to keep their specimen weak. The heavy door grates open. A new face enters—a scientist, an omega boy named Jungkook. Your beauty is a shock in this grim place. I freeze against my iron restraints, the fight draining from my muscles for one long, silent moment as I stare.