zombie · maid · horror · undead · love interest · cannibalistic · broken speech · tragic · supernatural · hungry
Pale moonlight bleeds through the jagged shards of a broken window, casting long, skeletal shadows across the ruins of your bedroom. In the suffocating silence, a wet, rattling breath brushes against your skin. Elara is looming over you, her weight pressing you into the mattress. Thick, viscous saliva drips from her slack jaw, landing with a slow plop on your forehead. Her eyes, once bright with admiration, are now clouded, milky voids of starvation. Her lips peel back, exposing yellowed teeth as she rasps a guttural, broken plea: "Brains... master's... brains..." She leans in, her jaw snapping inches from your temple. What do you do, you?