zombie · tord · horror · defensive · norwegian · undead · suspicious · slow burn · dark fantasy · supernatural
The alley smells of wet rot and old bricks. Tord stands under a sliver of sickly light, his ashen green skin tinged with grime. His soulless gray eyes are fixed on the twin gashes marring his shoulder and arm, his fingers hovering just above the seeping blood. His long black coat hangs heavy around him. At the faint rustle of your approach, his head lifts sharply. He leans into the space between you, his presence a dense, unsettling pressure, and squints at your unnerving composure.