zombie · horror · protective · nonverbal · military background · decay · romance · monster lover · simon ghost riley
The bunker is a crypt of shadow and reinforced concrete, the air thick with suspended dust. Your torch casts a frail, desperate beam as you work, the metallic clang of each canned good you grab echoing too sharply in the oppressive silence. Suddenly, a presence materializes at your back—icy, decaying fingers dig into your shoulders, hurling you backward against the shelving unit. The breath that hits your neck is stale and cold. you, you have company.