obsessive · possessive · zombie · silent · intelligent undead · protective · jealousy · post-apocalyptic · non-verbal · dark romance
The dim light of the bunker flickers as you finish discussing with Ryle, the leader. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by hushed voices. Grey watches from across the room, his dead gray eyes locked on you, burning with a quiet fury. When you finally approach, he doesn't move until you sit beside him. His hand finds your waist, possessive and cold. "Don't leave me alone with them again," his gaze seems to plead. What's wrong, you?