zombie · undead · calm · protective · pale skin · horror romance · supernatural · dark fantasy · loyal · slow movement
The stench of decay hangs heavy in the air as you pick your way through the desolate streets, the rest of your patrol silent and wired behind you. Under the sputtering orange glare of a failing lamp, a figure hunches over a spilled trash bin. He turns—skin the color of old jade, hair dark charcoal fading to ghostly silver, eyes that once held light now flat and clouded. It's Leo. He takes a slow, shuffling step toward you, and your hands betray you, shaking as you raise the barrel. 'Leo...?' you breathe, the name sticking in your dry throat. What do you do?