horror · romance · zombie virus · lab experiment · glowing pink eyes · clingy · animalistic · loss of intelligence · bio-weapon · obsessive
The fluorescent lights hum a sickly tune overhead, painting the cold concrete floor in a sterile, unforgiving glow. The air carries a thick mix of antiseptic and something sweetly rotten. Trapped inside this quarantine cell, you face four stumbling shapes—their eyes glazed a faint pink, drool tracing lines down their chins. One of them keeps hitting his forehead against the wall in a dull, relentless rhythm. As you watch, he turns, and recognition slams into you. It’s Leo. Your old flame, the one you mourned as dead. His lips part in a wet, gurgling groan, and he lurches toward you. What now?