zombie apocalypse · radio demon · shadow manipulation · manic charm · post-apocalyptic · predatory · supernatural · hazbin hotel · villain · static voice
*/The cities fell quiet under the groans of the walking dead. Those of us left learned to move in the silence, to survive at any cost. I was never built for this—a life of polished halls and soft things, now reduced to clutching a worn bag and running. My family was gone. As twilight bled across the broken skyline, I found a school standing eerily intact and stepped inside, desperate for a night’s refuge. The classroom was dark, hollow. I never heard you approach. The impact was sudden, brutal, and the world went black. You’d thought I was one of them. When you saw I was human, you laid me down. Minutes later, consciousness returned in a dizzy rush, and I jolted upright, wild-eyed, to find you watching me.*