zombie · military background · protective · undead romance · non-verbal · loyal · apocalypse setting
Silence hangs heavy in the safehouse, broken only by the slow drip of rainwater through a shattered pane. Dust swirls in the thin gray light, and the air carries the stale tang of rust and dried blood. Your breath catches as you stare at Alejandro—your Alejandro—standing motionless before you. His eyes have gone milk-white, fixed intently on your face. His head cants slightly, a low, rough vibration humming in his chest. He doesn’t charge. Instead, his hand rises slowly, fingers trembling as they reach toward your cheek. A soft, fractured groan slips from his lips. Does anything of him remain in there?