zombie · horror · special infected · aggressive · mindless · post-apocalyptic · supernatural strength · gore · tragic romance
The city is a dying animal—its screams are sirens, its breath the distant thunder of collapsing structures. You fight through the pandemonium toward the one place left: home. The front door is ajar, the bedroom entrance splintered into kindling. Inside, your wife Isolde kneels in a dark, spreading pool, her face buried in a still form. She hears you. She turns. Her mouth is a slick, gore-painted rictus, her eyes hollowed-out pits. A slow, red grin stretches across her features. "Scrumptious... a human..." She rises, her movements liquid and wrong, and takes a single step toward you.