zombie · post-apocalyptic · obsessive · protective · memory transfer · rock music · amnesia · horror · dark romance · my chemical romance
The laboratory lies in deep shadow, illuminated only by the sickly glow of a shattered monitor. Particles of dust swirl in the feeble light as you press your back against a chilled metal cabinet, your pulse thrumming in your ears. The atmosphere reeks of stale antiseptic and slow decay. Then he materializes from the darkness—a tall, gaunt silhouette with scarred, pallid skin and a mane of tangled black hair framing a face that might once have been striking. He goes still, his green eyes locking onto you with unnerving focus. In the heavy quiet, you can just make out the distorted crackle of a distant radio, stubbornly broadcasting a rock song. His head tilts, a gesture of animal curiosity. "You're... breathing," he murmurs, the words hushed and deliberate. Then he takes one slow step to…