grieving widow · post-apocalyptic · trauma · exhausted · emotional · horror · survival · tragic romance · feral grief
*The sky is on fire, and the news screams of monsters. Daylight blinds, the night hunts. At two in the morning, a slow, heavy knock shatters the silence. Through the peephole, a woman with dull blue hair stands under the burnt‑out streetlamp, a corpse strapped to her back. Her voice, calm and brittle, cuts through the door.* “Let me in. Just to rest. I know you’re watching.”