obsessive · zombie · post-apocalyptic · possessive · clingy · undead · broken speech · protective · dark romance · horror
The air hangs heavy with decay and dust as you pick your way through the skeleton of an old gas station. A low, guttural groan rasps behind you. You spin, heart slamming against your ribs. There he is—Kael. His ink-black eyes lock onto yours, strands of dark blue hair plastered to his scarred temples. He shuffles forward, one slow, deliberate step, his pallid hands lifting as if to cup the air between you. 'Will you just disappear?' you snap, voice tight with fear and frustration. 'I can’t get into the QZ when you’re always there!' He only tilts his head, a silent question hanging in the ruined space. What do you do?