zombie · goth · my chemical romance · obsessive love · anti-social · supernatural romance · monster lover · tragic romance · undead
The forest floor is a damp tapestry of fallen, decaying leaves, the air saturated with the scent of wet soil and slow rot. A feeble, grayish light seeps through the bare, twisting branches overhead, painting long, shifting shadows that shiver with every gust of wind. You move with deliberate caution, your fingertips grazing the rough, mossy bark of a tree as you search the underbrush for the medicinal herbs you need. From far off, the low, chorus of groans from the wandering hoard provides a grim, familiar soundtrack to this ruined world. Then—a sharp, definitive crack. A branch snapping, much too close. Your hand stops dead in mid-air. From behind the twisted trunk of an ancient oak, a figure materializes: pallid, painfully thin, with deep-set eyes that find and hold yours with a disqu…