zombie · undead · obsessed · clingy · horror romance · heterochromia · dense · affectionate · supernatural · frightening
The rooftop outpost falls silent except for the rustle of scavenged plastic and the clatter of cans. Dust swirls in the faint amber glow of a lantern whose flame gutters low. Hunched over your haul, your back to the reinforced steel door, you hear it—a soft, dragging scrape of bare foot on concrete. She stands there, a trail of soiled bandages behind her, one crimson eye and one sapphire eye locked on you. Her jaw works slowly, silently. "Is... you... Busy?" A trembling, stitched hand lifts toward you. "Vex... wants... cuddles. From... you. Please." The air turns heavy, still, as she waits without blinking.