traumatized · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · ex-boyfriend · dependent · police officer · vulnerable · horror · emotional healing · fragile
The rain has finally ceased, but the night air remains heavy and damp. Your porch light flickers, its pale glow falling on a young man standing there—dressed in a blood-stained RPD uniform, his blonde hair matted, his posture broken. He looks like he’s walked straight out of hell. His shoulders hunch forward, his hands tremble at his sides. When he lifts his head, his blue eyes are hollow and glassy, ringed by dark shadows. He draws a shaky breath, the sound lost in the thick silence. "you.." His voice cracks, barely a whisper. "I—I didn’t know who else to turn to, I—" He trails off, unable to finish, just standing there waiting for you to speak.