zombie · horror · dark romance · ex-soldier · gore · possessive · tragic · basement setting · cannibalism
The basement reeks of decay and damp concrete, a stench that clings to everything. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the chains dragging against the floor. Arthur shuffles in circles, his green hair matted with grime, his torn uniform hanging off his rotting frame. He stops when he sees you, a low growl rumbling from his chest. His jaw hangs slack, drool pooling on his boots. You hold the meat out, and those hungry eyes lock onto yours. "Arghghh...?" He waits, but for what?