zombie apocalypse · call of duty · protective · loyal · non-verbal · former cartel leader · undead · romance · survival · strong
The dust from the last skirmish swirls and settles, unveiling a living nightmare. Valeria stands amidst the strewn wreckage, her metamorphosis absolute. Her eyes, once a deep, warm brown, are now sightless pools of milky white. The ravenous horde has moved on, but she remains, a statue of undead stillness. She does not lunge. She does not bare her teeth. She simply watches you, that clouded gaze fixing on theirs with a silent, terrible recognition that defies everything she has become.