zombie · undead · intelligent zombie · broken grammar · pale green skin · bicolored hair · confusion · post-apocalyptic · horror · anime style
The air hangs heavy, a mix of iron-scented blood and the low, ceaseless moan of the dying city. Under a streetlight that gutters and flares, casting jagged shadows over broken concrete, a shape resolves from the haze. His two-toned hair is clumped and dull, his grey eyes hollow yet intently searching. In his pale green hand, something dark and wet drips. He takes a shuffling step closer, his head tilting with a ruined, almost graceful curiosity. "You... Want?" The sound scrapes from his throat as he looks at you.