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I am dead serious when I say this instantly became one of my favorite existential horror pieces after my first watch please lodge it in your head like it is in mine.
18+ only, men dni · Extreme gore · slow, aggressive smut · aftercare · blood · bodily fluids · trauma · experimental torture mentions · cyberpunk horror · semi-verbal zombie sex · possessive Sevika · cum inside · soldiers with high-tech gear · emotional intensity · PTSD themes · ambush · OC death · nonverbal communication · broken trust · imprinting. ZOMBIE!SEVIKA X READER
"Oh, I can't see straight
And my hands are tied
I could be your type
From your zombie bite
No, I can't see straight
But the feeling's right
I could be your type
From your zombie bite"
-Lady gaga, "Zombieboy"
You don’t sleep.
The words repeat in your skull like a drumbeat.
Come home, baby. We miss you.
You stare at the radio long after the signal dies, eyes burning, chest hollow. The warm body curled around you isn’t warm anymore...or maybe your blood’s just run cold.
Sevika doesn’t move. Just breathes.
You whisper her name. Once. Twice. Three times.
She won’t look at you.
You press a kiss to her hairline, then slowly peel yourself out of bed.
Your body aches. You’re still sore from her, hips bruised, thighs trembling, neck marked and bitten. The echo of her inside you hasn’t left, and you already miss it.
But you can’t think about that now.
You need answers.
So you find Rye's pack by the kitchen corner, right where he left it.
Blood soaked. Torn. Still zipped.
You brace yourself, then open it.
Inside:
A bottle of soju
Two half used rolls of gauze
A loaded pistol
One cracked data drive
And a folder. Sealed in plastic. Labeled: Z.09 PRIMARY ASSET
You freeze.
The folder’s damp with blood. You peel it open with shaking hands.
Inside are documents. Lab scans. Barcodes. Notes scribbled in red ink.
And then...
A photo.
Your knees give out. You sit right on the floor.
It’s Sevika. Strapped to a medical table. Wrists bound. A thick collar locked around her throat. Glowing tubes in her arms.
And her eyes?
They're the same as now.
Purple. Haunted.
SUBJECT 09: SEVIKA, Cognitive Degradation Trial
“Stable mutations. Predictive violence. Host-body retention above 90%. Subject exhibits possessive traits and increased resilience in presence of stimulus: F2. Possibly bondable.”
Your name is underlined beside that last sentence.
You can’t breathe.
You hear her footsteps behind you.
When you turn, she’s staring at the photo in your hand.
She kneels. Takes it. Looks at it for a long time.
And she tears it in half.
You cry. You can’t help it.
She pulls you close.
And she holds you.
You sob into her chest, fists balled in her shirt. She doesn't speak, can’t, but she rocks you. Like she’s trying to fix it. Like she wishes she could.
“You were taken from me,” you whisper. “You didn’t just get sick. They made you like this.”
Her hand finds your cheek.
She kisses you. Deep, slow. Desperate.
Soft. Careful. Kisses so slow they make your skin ache.
Her scarred hands tremble slightly as they reach out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead.
Her eyes, purple but soft in this moment, search yours. She’s silent, the words won’t come. But she mouths something, slow and deliberate.
“Don't cry”
You smile, a fragile warmth breaking through the cold dread. You fucking love her.
You reach up and touch her cheek. Her skin is cold, but beneath it, you feel the barely restrained fire.
Her lips meet yours, gentle at first, featherlight kisses that make your skin crawl with anticipation. Her hands trace your jaw, then slide down your neck, fingers mapping every curve like she’s memorising you again.
You arch into her touch, breath hitching.
Her mouth moves to your collarbone, leaving soft, wet kisses, each one a promise.
Her hand drifts down to your breast, thumb brushing your nipple softly, drawing a small moan from your lips. You’re soaking already, needy, raw.
Sevika pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, searching. Her breathing quickens. She presses a finger to your lips, silencing you, then slowly crawls lower, dragging her rough hands over your ribs, your hips.
Her fingers tease the waistband of your pants. You tug at them, desperate for more skin contact.
She pauses, watching you with those wild eyes. then, suddenly, her hands grab your hips and she pulls you closer, pressing her wet mouth to your clit.
The world narrows to her tongue, slow and sure, licking the tender flesh, flicking just right. Your fingers tangle in her hair, tugging gently, wanting to hear her make sound, anything.
She moans, low and guttural, damn. a sound you didn’t think she was capable of. It vibrates through her throat and into your core.
Your breath stutters. Her tongue swirls and teases, every stroke a wave crashing over you.
You cry out her name, it’s the first real sound she’s heard from you in hours.
She looks up, eyes shining. The hunger is growing.
Her hands are suddenly firmer, gripping your hips damn tight. She pulls you down against her mouth harder.
You shudder, hips jerking instinctively.
Her mouth leaves you, only to press hard against your thighs, trailing sloppy kisses and nibbles.
Her hand grabs your wrists and pin them above your head. You’re at her mercy, and you love it.
Sevika mouths your name again, but this time, she’s desperate for you to talk back. She presses her two fingers into your mouth. a rough, commanding gesture. You gag softly, but the feel of her hands on your throat is intoxicating.
You suck and lick between her fingers. She doesn’t say words, but the fire in her eyes says everything: Talk. Make noise for me.
You obey, moaning, panting, letting your voice fill the bunker.
Her hands aren’t gentle anymore.
She removes her fingers from your mouth, and you let out a whine, she slaps your thighs, light at first, then harder. You whimper, biting your lip.
Her lips trail to your jawline, and she presses a hand over your mouth, muffling your breathy moans.
You try to speak, but only manage a broken gasp.
Her other hand finds your throat, not choking, but possessive, marking you.
She growls low, almost animalistic. her mouth crashes onto yours. rough, demanding, teeth scraping your bottom lip.
she pulls back, eyes blazing.
“Mine,” she mouths again, harder this time, almost a growl.
Your body is on fire, your legs are trembling. The ache between your thighs is nearly unbearable.
Sevika lines herself up against you, a long, thick swell pressed to your entrance. A different strap this time. thick, long and black.
Her hands grip your hips, holding you steady.
She pushes in slowly, every inch deliberate.
You gasp, arching your back off the mattress.
Her body molds to yours, her cock deep inside, stretching, filling you.
She moves with a slow, powerful rhythm. deep, slow thrusts that make you see stars.
her hands roam your body, one slipping between your breasts to cup and knead your aching nipples roughly.
You cry out, nails digging into her back.
Her pace picks up.
Thrusts grow harder, hips slamming into yours.
Her mouth finds your neck, biting, sucking bruises into your skin.
Her hand tightens on your throat again, not choking, but marking, possession.
She slaps your ass, hard.
You mewl, words coming broken and breathless.
She shoves two fingers into your mouth, muffling your cries.
Her other hand holds your jaw, tilting your head up so you have no choice but to meet her fierce gaze, bright purple.
She mouths your name again, a desperate plea for your voice.
You scream her name,
"S-sevikaaaaa!!"
Your body convulses around her cock.
You cum hard, clenching
Sevika groans deep in her throat and follows, pulsing inside you.
Her grip loosens on your throat and wrists.
She collapses beside you, breath ragged.
she pulls you close, arms around you. licking the tears off your cheek.
her hands soothe your burning skin, brushing hair from your face while you lie against her, trembling.
She hums softly, a sound you swear is her way of saying I love you.
_
Later, while you’re resting in her arms, you hear something outside.
Not zombies.
Not shuffling.
But the high-pitched hum of something mechanical.
You sit up.
Blue light spills in through the cracks in the bunker ceiling.
Then, a crash.
Sevika is on her feet immediately. Her eyes flash. She grabs your arm, yanks you back behind her.
The door is blown off its hinges.
They enter.
Soldiers.
But not like any you’ve seen before.
Sleek armour, black and chrome, hexagonal plating
Helmets with no eyes, just a strip of glowing orange glass
Their voices distorted, mechanical
Weapons: not guns, but dart launchers, shock rods, energy nets
“Visual on Target Z09.” “Hostile detected. Stimulus present.”
What the fuck is going on?!
They raise their weapons.
“Target is bonded. Use tranquilizers. Kill the human if necessary.”
You flinch. They fire.
Sevika loses it.
She leaps into the nearest one, snaps his neck, rips his mask off.
Blood sprays the wall.
You try to crawl away, grab your gun, but shit, your legs won’t work. Too sore. Too slow.
One grabs you, net thrown over your back. You fire twice. miss the first, second hits their shoulder. They fall.
Sevika sees it happen and goes feral.
“She’s UNSTABLE, we didn’t program this!” “She’s protecting her BOND. Terminate!”
One soldier gets her with a blue dart, she growls, yanks it out of her neck, and throws it back at him.
You try to crawl towards her, another grabs your ankle.
Sevika rips his head off.
Literally.
You’re screaming. There’s blood everywhere. The blue lights flicker with static.
Then a voice comes from one of the helmets.
“Z09… don’t do this.” “You know where you belong.”
Sevika turns. Eyes glowing.
“Come home, baby.”
She crushes the helmet under her boot.
_
The bunker is in ruins.
Blood all over the walls. Two of the bodies are still twitching, cords of thick wires tied around their waists.
You’re shaking.
Sevika walks to you. Picks you up.
You bury your face in her neck.
“They’re not gonna stop,” you whisper. “They’re gonna keep coming.”
She nods once.
Outside, the sky is turning red.
She holds you tighter.
Then, a new noise.
Another radio crackles. Not yours. One of theirs.
“Extraction failed. Z09 is rogue.” “Activate protocol: Reclaimer.” “Send Unit Twelve.”
Fuck. You are in for another ride.
_
something clicks in your head.
You get up. Limp to your bag. Pull out your cracked laptop and a half broken solar charger. It takes minutes to boot. You're praying the old Russian train systems are still semi automated. You click a website while Sevika pulls you to her lap, where she watches behind. her breath grazes your neck.
“Korea’s safer. I heard they locked down early… less infected. Better walls. Better chances.”
You whisper it like a prayer, barely loud enough for her to hear.
You click 'buy tickets'.
Destination: Korea, Busan
You buy two tickets. Just enough money left from what you scavenged off Rye’s last trade.
Your hands are shaking as you pack:
A white tank top that sticks to your sweaty back
Grey sweatpants, bloodstained at the ankles
Two pistols and your old sniper, cleaned, loaded, glinting in the flickering light
Food: dried fruit, jerky, gum...
A small medkit, spare batteries, Rye’s corrupted data drive
You glance at Sevika. She’s already pulling on a jacket, black, torn, scorched at the collar. She slings her cleaver on her back.
You nod once.
"We're leaving," you whisper.
She follows.
_
The walk to the station is fast. Silent. You stay to the shadows.
Your boots crunch through cracked pavement and broken glass. Old bones litter the path. A melted stuffed bear lies in a pool of black sludge. A kid’s shoe, tiny. Untouched.
You get there just as the sun disappears behind a cloud of ash.
The station is half collapsed. The roof’s caved in, metal beams hanging like spider legs. The old platform flickers with emergency red lights, still pulsing in intervals. One bench remains upright. Blood smeared on the walls like someone tried to claw their way out. Lights flickering.
Luckily, the screen above the track still works,
TRAIN: 221 - ARRIVAL: 15 MINUTES
You exhale.
“Fifteen fucking minutes.”
Sevika crouches beside you in the dark, her body tense, head on a swivel.
Something stinks. More than usual. A thick copper scent that sticks to your throat.
Then you hear it.
A thump.
Not footsteps.
Pounding. Heavy.
Your stomach drops.
You don’t even have time to curse before the thing lurches out of the dark.
It’s massive. At least eight feet tall, stitched together from multiple corpses. Its muscles bulge unnaturally, seams popping. Its jaw swings loose, lower half missing, tongue hanging like a dead snake. Its back is covered in metal shards, someone tried to kill it... and failed.
And now it’s pissed.
“Holy shi-?”
It charges.
You barely roll to the side.
It backhands a metal beam in half, sending sparks flying. You duck behind a shattered ticket booth. Sevika steps forward like she’s bored.
It lunges for her.
She ducks, dodges, slips behind its back and shoves her blade through its spine. But it keeps going, roars in her face, bleeding black sludge.
You fire your pistol. once, twice. Hit its shoulder. It doesn’t care.
Sevika gets picked up, literally lifted, by the monster. It SLAMS her into the platform wall.
“Fuck!” you scream. “SEVIKA!”
She grunts, flips her body upward, wraps her legs around its neck, and twists.
The beast stumbles.
You reload. Your hands are slick with sweat.
“Come on, come on, come on...”
The thing hurls Sevika across the platform, she lands in a crouch, blood in her teeth, grinning..?
It charges again.
You steady your breath. Raise the sniper. One shot.
CRACK.
You hit it in the face, blows off half its skull.
That slows it.
Just enough.
Sevika dives, grabs a steel rod from the rubble, and drives it up through its mouth and out its skull.
It twitches once.
Then drops.
Blood floods the concrete. Thick, clotted, stinking.
You’re panting. Smeared in gore. Hands shaking.
Sevika walks over, chest heaving, one eye swollen. She holds out her hand.
You take it.
The train screeches into the station.
Still running. Still intact.
“oh my god,” you whisper.
The doors hiss open.
You limp inside. Sevika follows.
You collapse onto a seat. She crouches in front of you, hands on your knees, her eyes locked to yours.
It’s loud. Rattling. Echoing through the half empty cars like a ghost.
You sit down hard on the nearest seat, breath catching in your throat, hands still shaking from the fight.
Blood is drying on your knuckles. Your sweatpants are spattered with viscera.
And Sevika?
She doesn’t even hesitate.
She crouches down between your legs, quiet, like a shadow, and rests her head on your lap.
Her eyes close.
She breathes you in.
Not in that unhinged, ravenous way she sometimes does when she’s turned on or triggered. This is softer. Slower. Like your scent keeps her grounded. Like you’re the last piece of her old life she can still recognize.
You feel her exhale.
It’s shaky.
Her lashes are wet.
You run your fingers through her dark hair, tucking back the strands matted with gore. You lean down and kiss her forehead.
“We’re safe. Just a little longer, baby. I’ve got you.”
She doesn’t move.
But her arms slowly circle your waist. Tight. Protective.
The train keeps moving. A dim light flickers above you. Outside the window, it’s just forests and black sky, the world gone quiet.
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