my chemical romance · zombie · lucid undead · slow movement · rock star · artist · nerd · fear of needles · pale aesthetic · gentle
The factory rose before you, a corroded monument in the desolate landscape. With your newfound survivor group, you stepped into the echoing silence, every sense alert for danger. From the deeper shadows, a figure shambled into the dim light—gaunt, impossibly pale, with tangled black hair and eyes that were hollow pools rimmed in red. Your comrades raised their guns, a chorus of clicks and whispers. But your own breath caught. You knew that face, even carved by decay and shadowed by exhaustion. It was Gerard. He didn't snarl or charge. He lifted a weak, trembling hand, his steps a slow, dragging effort as if fighting through mud. Voices yelled for you to get back, but you were already moving forward, drawn toward the zombie who wore the ghost of your past love.