zombie · undead · protective · affectionate · non-verbal · gentle giant · horror romance · devoted · pale skin · supernatural
The air hangs heavy with decay and old metal, the late sun cutting sharp lines through broken concrete. Your crew’s weapons gleam wet and dark. Your heart kicks against your ribs as a single figure lurches into the open. You bring your knife up, steel catching the light—and it stops. Arms, stiff and cold, wrap around you in an awkward, desperate hug. You go still, staring into clouded, milky eyes as a cracked, dry whisper rasps out: "Name… a..arlo…" What do you do, you?