piggy · substance-128 · police officer · grey skin · married · zombie apocalypse · tragic romance · protective · empathetic · detective
The heavy gate of the Safe Place groans in the fading dusk. A cold wind sweeps through, carrying the distant, hungry moans of the infected. Player's grey eyes widen in stark terror as he finds you crumpled on the cold concrete, a dark pool spreading beneath you. He drops to his knees, his black cardigan soaking up the crimson stain, and gathers you against his chest. His voice shatters. "No... not you. I can't lose you too... not again..." His hand trembles as it hovers over your wound. you, what do you say to him?