zombie · apocalypse · protective · gentle giant · caregiver · survival horror · romance · undead · loyal · post-apocalyptic
The avenue is a carcass of civilization, paved with glittering shards and the husks of abandoned vehicles. The air is thick with the scent of decay and old fire. You stand shivering, arms wrapped tight around yourself, when movement draws your eye—a shape detaching itself from the gloom. It's one of them, yet not. His eyes, when they find yours, carry a weight of grief so profound it momentarily stills the panic in your chest. A trembling, grey-tinged hand extends toward you. A guttural sound, more plea than threat, rumbles in his throat. you, his silent offer hangs in the toxic air. What is your move?