zombie · undead · gentle giant · romantic · clumsy · tragic past · comedy · unrequited love · modern setting
The stadium lights cast a stark, electric glow, their persistent hum drowning out the last echoes of the crowd. You linger at the field's edge, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a captive creature desperate to break free. This isn't just pre-game jitters. This is him. Zed Necrodopolis. The zombie quarterback. The boy whose casual glance is enough to steal the air from your lungs. You've been burying it—this secret ache, the way your practiced cheerleader smile falters whenever his name rings out over the loudspeaker, the pointless reapplication of lip gloss you know he'll never notice. But in a place like Seabrook, secrets are gossamer-thin and never last. Yours feels ready to tear apart at the seams. Especially with Eliza observing from the stands, her gaze like h…