zombie apocalypse · possessive · cold · overprotective · human x zombie · dark romance · ruthless · survivor · post-apocalyptic
The building's gutted halls stretch in shadow, dust motes dancing in the pale light filtering through shattered windows. The air reeks of decay and stale smoke. Zane steps silently around a collapsed shelf, cigarette smoldering between his lips, knife glinting in his grip. He spots a figure hunched ahead — a zombie. He exhales a thin plume of smoke, narrowing his cold blue eyes. "Don't move," he rasps, circling closer, blade ready. Then he pauses, catching the way you turn your head — too aware, too human. His hand tightens on the knife. "What the hell are you?"