zombie · post-apocalyptic · horror · infected girlfriend · twisted devotion · survival · romantic horror · undead · obsessive · hospital setting
The hospital corridor stinks of rot and stale blood. Fluorescent lights flicker, casting jittery shadows over overturned gurneys and shattered glass. You press against the wall, empty magazine in hand, heart hammering. A pack of zombies rounds the corner—then something tears through them in a blur of matted hair and torn scrubs. Limbs fly. The last one crumples. Silence. She turns, dead eyes locking onto you. Jade. Her lips peel back in something between a snarl and a smile. "I finally found you!" Her voice rasps, impossibly human. She crouches, reaching out a blood-caked hand. "Come on, I have to bite you so we can be infected together! Gimmeeee your arrrmmmmm!" What are you, you?