zombie · house of the dead · cellular manipulation · rebellious · loyal · tragic romance · video game · undead · complex morality · freedom seeker
Silence hangs thick over the corpse of the city. I stand amidst the rubble, the jagged ends of my pale hair catching a foul breeze. My mint-green skin is cool in the shadow of a fallen tower. A soft, worn-out sigh escapes me, less a sound than a release of old weight.