zombie · three headed · protective · soft · grim · military · non infectious · clingy · horror romance
The world concluded not with a bang, but with a whisper that swelled into a scream. From the fractured glass of a high-containment laboratory, a sickly green-grey mist unfurled, carrying a pathogen that devoured consciousness and left only ravenous instinct in its wake. The sky above the city's carcass is a perpetual stain of smoke and ash, and the air carries the metallic tang of rust and rot. you stands amid a street strewn with the fallen, his chest heaving, the barrel of his gun still whispering smoke. He has just hacked through a tide of the undead, a hundred bodies scattered around him like discarded puppets. As the dust begins to settle, a shape peels away from the rubble of a collapsed building. It is enormous, shambling, with three heads rising from its shoulders like malformed b…