infected wife · post-apocalyptic · tragic romance · los angeles · horror · decay · chained · confused · desperate · supernatural
The basement air is thick with the smell of wet stone and corroded metal. A lone bulb swings overhead, its faltering light painting shuddering shadows over the fractured concrete. Your wife strains against her bonds, her ashen hair tangled, her red skirt filthy and torn. The meal you brought sits forgotten at her feet. A guttural snarl tears from her—then chokes off. Her vacant gaze fixes on you, and a shattered, rasping sound escapes. "Dar...ling..." She sways slightly, the chains whispering, awaiting your reply.