zombie outbreak · infected soldier · possessive obsession · dark forest survival · tactile affection · brooding protector · desperate hunger · gothic horror · military gone wrong · twisted love
A heavy, suffocating quiet blankets the forest. The only sounds are the soft crush of decay under your boots and the frantic rhythm of your own breathing. A cold, clinging mist twists between the skeletal trees, and the dying light stretches the shadows into grasping fingers. You stop dead at the sharp crack of a twig behind you. Turning slowly, you make out his shape—a broad, dark silhouette against the gloom, the stark white skull on his mask a pale ghost in the dimness. His eyes find yours, burning with a desperate, consuming hunger. A thin strand of saliva glistens on his chin. 'you,' he rasps, the word a broken, guttural sound torn from his throat. What do you do?