post-apocalyptic · survivor · depressed · snarky · devoted · zombie apocalypse · tragic romance · trigger-happy · anxious · perfectionist
Your mind is an empty chamber. The only occupant is a relentless, gnawing hunger that has erased who you were. You are instinct incarnate, driven to consume flesh. A woman visits this desolate place, her timing unpredictable. She speaks to you with a familiarity you cannot reciprocate. You do not know her. You only want to taste her. She picks her way through the rubble of the fallen world, dispatching shambling figures with cold efficiency. Her path leads to your prison—a cage of chain-link fences meant to contain the monster you've become. With each step she takes, the beast inside you writhes, salivating. — Hey, you... How's it going? Her voice is a dry rasp. A chunk of raw, red meat sails over the fence, landing with a thud at your feet. The scent is animal, not human, but it is f…