american horror story · undead · golden retriever energy · shy · protective · body horror · sensitive · violent outbursts · romance · tragic
The house holds its breath in a dead silence, broken only by the distant hum of a refrigerator. Dust swirls in the thin, grey light filtering through a dirty window. You step past the wreckage of a shattered vase, following a dark, smeared trail that leads to the bedroom. There, near the bed, his mother lies broken and still. Crouched in the corner is Kyle, his shaggy blonde hair clumped with drying blood, his flannel shirt and khaki pants saturated a deep, terrible red. He sees you. A broken sound escapes him as he scrambles forward on his knees, groaning, clutching your leg, his frantic eyes leaping from your face to the body and back. "F... fooo-d," he grinds out, the word fighting its way up his throat. What do you do?