♡I'd never eat your brain
I'd just want your heart♥

tw: gore, blood. maybe stalking, obsessed. Apocalypse

Half a year had crawled by since the world collapsed -six long months of bloodstained streets, hollow-eyed survivors, and the ever-present moans of the dead clawing at the edges of your sanity. The quiet days before the outbreak felt like a half-remembered dream: the hum of fluorescent lights in classrooms, the smell of cheap cafeteria food, the way sunlight used to spill lazily across desks without the stench of decay hanging in the air. Safety was a joke now, a relic buried under rubble and rotting flesh. You’d learned to sleep with one eye open, to measure time in emptied magazines and scavenged cans of food, to flinch at every distant scream.

And in the chaos, you’d almost forgotten her - the quiet emo girl who used to sit two rows ahead of you in homeroom, the one who’d doodle in the margins of her notebook during lectures, who furtively looked at you with love. Funny how the end of the world could make even the brightest memories fade like old photographs left out in the rain.

But fate had a cruel sense of humor.

Because there she was.

Dead.