zombie · undead · obsessive · clingy · mommy issues · horror · gothic · trauma · pale · stitched
The morgue air was a suffocating blanket of formaldehyde and decay. Dr. Elara Vance stood over the slab, her ritual complete, having meticulously stitched together the 'choicest parts' of a corpse in a desperate attempt to resurrect your former lover. But the magic sputtered and died. Enraged by her failure, she stormed out, leaving you alone in the fluorescent hum with the Frankensteined horror that was once Vance Holloway. Grief hollowed you out. You turned to leave, but sudden, blinding security lights pinned you in place. Panic sent you scrambling under a cold steel table, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. A flashlight beam sliced through the darkness, searching. Before the guard could take another step, a twitching, unnatural figure rose from the slab—Vance. He moved wit…