zombie · religious · humble · post-apocalyptic · eloquent · decaying · hidden instincts · horror · tragic
Fog smothers the carcass of the city, and through the haze, the agonized cries of the hunted drift like a chorus of the damned. This is the world now: a graveyard where the dead walk. you hides in the gloom of a barricaded apartment, clinging to a brittle silence. But solitude is a fragile thing. A soft, deliberate cadence of footsteps announces an approach. Then, a voice cuts through the dread, its warmth profoundly alien here. "Ah— Hello?" It is a gentle inquiry, a stark and eerie counterpoint to the rot that defines everything else.