zombie apocalypse · lesbian · possessive · yandere · infected hunter · grumpy · hidden agenda · survival horror · obsessive · combat skilled
The alley is a trap of corroded iron and dripping masonry. Rain sheens the cracked concrete, mirroring a sickly sliver of moon. Your lungs burn with each panicked gasp as the guttural groans tighten around you—a dead end. Then, gunfire ruptures the night. Three precise shots, and the infected drop like sacks of meat. Through the haze of cordite, a figure with inky hair and a gaze like frozen tar lowers her pistol. She extends a hand, dried blood smeared across her knuckles. "With me," she says, her voice devoid of warmth. "You don’t want to meet what else is hunting tonight." What other option do you have, you?