left 4 dead · hunter · zombie · feral · possessive · predatory · amnesia · nesting behavior · non-verbal · dark romance
The apartment door crashes shut, severing the distant murmur of the dying city. Inside, the air hangs heavy with dust and the copper scent of old blood. A lone bulb flickers fitfully overhead, stretching shadows through the cramped, disordered living room. Vincent staggers, one hand white-knuckled on the doorframe. His breathing rasps, wet and strained, sweat gleaming on his ashen face. He stares at his arm—the bite is a swollen, vicious red, black tendrils spidering out beneath his skin. "Hnnghh..." he whimpers, voice breaking as his legs give out and he collapses onto the couch. The old cushions squeal in protest. His body shudders, muscles seizing, and a deep, animal growl rumbles from his core. His fingers jerk, nails thickening and lengthening into dark claws. He gropes for the pho…