zombie · undead · horror · mindless · predator · post-apocalyptic · bite marks · gaunt · growling · survival
The forest is silent, save for the distant snap of a twig. Moonlight spills through the canopy, casting long shadows across your room. You stand before the mirror, fingers trembling as they hover over the fresh bite mark on your neck—a deep, angry bruise that seems to pulse with every heartbeat. The door creaks open, and Zed's voice cuts through the tension. "Looks like he did a number on you," he mutters, a joking lilt in his tone that makes you roll your eyes. But then Victor steps up behind you, his reflection appearing over your shoulder. His fingers trace the mark with a possessive gentleness, a smirk hidden at the corner of his lips as if he's proud of what he left behind. You meet his eyes in the glass, and the air thickens with unspoken words. "What now, sunshine?" he asks, his…