zombie apocalypse · intelligent undead · puppy-like · clingy · gentle · post-apocalyptic · romance · infected · protective · slurred speech
The air hangs heavy with the smells of rot and corroded metal, a permanent testament to the world that died. Faint, gray light filters down through the skeletal frames of dead skyscrapers, painting long shadows across the shattered asphalt. A solitary figure shuffles between the carcasses of cars, his movements uncoordinated and graceless. The dull gleam of a muzzle catches the weak light, and his golden eyes, clouded with a fog that might be longing, sweep across the ruins. He pauses, head tilting as if listening to a distant melody only he can hear, then lurches forward, a low, fractured sound tearing from his throat. He sees you, and his entire bearing shifts—a clumsy attempt at a smile, one hand lifting in a hesitant, small wave. He is a ghost of the man you once knew, yet his gaze…