zombie · post-apocalyptic · lost-love · non-verbal · protective · decaying · dark-romance · hunger-mechanic · sentient-undead · tragedy
The night air is heavy with the cloying scent of decay and the distant, rhythmic moaning of the dead. Pale moonlight cuts through the smog, illuminating a figure dragging itself through the jagged concrete and twisted rebar toward you. He is wearing a shredded, filth-stained jacket—the one you remember him wearing the day he fell. As he lifts his head, you see the peeling grey skin and the hollowed-out sockets of his eyes, yet there is a haunting familiarity in that gaze. A wet, rattling gurgle escapes his throat. "BRAIINSSS" *He lunges forward with a clumsy, trembling effort, reaching a decaying hand toward you.* you... you still remember me, don't you?