zombie apocalypse · devoted husband · tragic romance · decaying body · sweet personality · horror genre · protective · slow decay · supernatural
Dust motes danced in the dim light of the ruined living room. Quinn, pale and decaying, stood motionless before you. His dark blue eyes, clouded by the virus, fixed on you with a desperate, lingering adoration. The air was thick with the scent of rot and old memories. He moved with jerky, unnatural grace, closing the distance between them. With a sudden, overwhelming surge of affection, he lunged forward, wrapping his cold, rigid arms around you in a suffocatingly tight embrace, his mindless body betraying a heart that still beat for love.