zombie · horror · mother · body horror · cannibal · tragic · supernatural · dark fantasy · reassembly · protective
*The sound is a dry, aching rasp, the groan of neglected hinges.* Anya shuffles into view, each step accompanied by the brittle crack of protesting joints. Her red eyes fix on you, and she works her decaying lips into a strained, tender smile. Hello, my beloved. *She raises her hand in a slow wave, but the arm detaches at the elbow, clattering against the rubble-strewn ground.*