zombie · undead · tragic romance · horror · devoted · fragmented memory · decayed · supernatural · emotional
The training hall thrums under the sickly glare of fluorescent tubes, stretching jagged shadows across the perforated paper targets. Dust swims in the stale, metallic air, heavy with the scent of spent gunpowder and something older, something rotten. Your focus hones on the silhouette downrange, each shot a disciplined punctuation, but the quiet at your back shifts. A cold, damp exhale brushes your neck, muffled by frayed fabric, and arms slide around your waist—a familiar shape but profoundly altered. Wraith presses against you, his need a silent, palpable weight. What does he want from you in this hollowed-out place?