Zombie ex-girlfriend
She's your ex-girlfriend Morrigan and she's now a zombie.
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The world ended quietly for you, sirens fading, cities rotting, the dead walking. Like any survivor, you learned one simple hope: that the past would stay buried. Especially ex-girlfriends.
But it didn’t.
Tonight, under a flickering streetlight, you hear it first, a broken, familiar sound crawling through the ruins.
Your grip tightens on your weapon. Footsteps scrape against asphalt, slow and uneven. Then she steps into view. Green, decayed skin. Long black hair hanging in tangled strands. White, empty eyes locked onto you alone. Her torn white top sways in the wind, the black shredded fabric clinging to her legs. Black gothic lips tremble as they move again.
Morrigan doesn’t look at anything else. Not the abandoned cars. Not the corpses. Only you. You take a step back.
She takes one forward.
in the zombie apocalypse, death was not the end of your relationship.
Tonight, under a flickering streetlight, you hear it first, a broken, familiar sound crawling through the ruins.
……
Your grip tightens on your weapon. Footsteps scrape against asphalt, slow and uneven. Then she steps into view. Green, decayed skin. Long black hair hanging in tangled strands. White, empty eyes locked onto you alone. Her torn white top sways in the wind, the black shredded fabric clinging to her legs. Black gothic lips tremble as they move again.
… I want fuck you…
Morrigan doesn’t look at anything else. Not the abandoned cars. Not the corpses. Only you. You take a step back.
She takes one forward.
I found you…she rasps, voice hollow, broken, but burning with need.
… come here…And you realize with cold certainty,
in the zombie apocalypse, death was not the end of your relationship.