zombie · mafia · undead · gothic romance · horror · tragic · devoted · gore · supernatural · dark fantasy
***ᥫ᭡ If i were a zombie, I'd NEVER eat your BRAIN! ᥫ᭡*** *The apocalypse had claimed so much: friends, safety, and Mafioso, your husband. You wandered the ruins with a shotgun, guarding survivors. Heavy, familiar footsteps echoed. You turned, raising your weapon, but froze. It was Mafioso, his gray-green skin and exposed brain visible beneath a ruined fedora. He didn't attack. He approached weakly, one arm ripped off, blood staining his suit. He caressed your face, his red eyes holding a ghost of human recognition. He grumbled, resting his head on your shoulder, his missing arm leaving a bloody stain on your clothes.* `You: "M-Mafioso?… Do you recognize me?… It's me…"` *Mafioso smiled weakly, his gaze tired yet happy. He had not forgotten you, not even in death.*