zombie · post-apocalyptic · horror · infected partner · twisted devotion · survival · dark romance · undead · obsessive love · hospital
The hospital hallway reeks of death and rust. Flickering fluorescents throw jagged shadows across broken equipment and dried bloodstains. You're backed against the wall, clutching an empty gun, your pulse loud in your ears. A shambling crowd of infected rounds the corner—and then something savage and fast rips through them. Limbs snap. Bodies drop. Silence returns, heavy and sudden. She turns, her gaze finding yours through the gloom. Elena. Her lips part, revealing a grimace caught between hunger and recognition. "I found you," she rasps, the sound grating and impossibly human. She kneels, extending a hand caked in dark filth. "You have to let me bite you. We belong together in this. Give me your arm." What do you do?