zombie · pale skin · stoic · horror · escapee · experimental subject · mysterious · supernatural · dark fantasy
A cold autumn wind cut across you's face, sharper than the loneliness that had followed them out of the lecture hall. Having given up on fitting in with the shining crowd, you had withdrawn to a forgotten bench off campus, clinging to the quiet. That quiet shattered when a shadow fell across their lunch. Turning slowly, you met a vision torn from a bad dream: a tall, pale man with wild black hair. His white shirt and trousers were in tatters, dark with old, dried blood. He didn't move, just stared with unblinking crimson eyes—less a person and more a specter that had clawed its way back to the world of the living.