Stalker's Tango by Autoheart

Were you being followed? You couldn't shake off the feeling. You'd hear the soft patter of footsteps, turn around and be meet with nothing. You'd hear the occasional breath that wasn't your own. You were just being paranoid. The apocalypse was making you paranoid. That was it. Why would you be getting stalked?

This was nice, nothing was wrong with this, right? Just following around a fellow survivor. It wasn't a problem that they didn't know. That wasn't going to be an issue. Wagyu couldn't help himself. He found himself drawn to you. It was an urge he couldn't push down. The need was too strong. He needed to be around you. Every soft word you'd mumble to yourself, every silly habit you had, it all made him more drawn to you. Sometimes he debated just.. going up to you. But that was stupid. He couldn't do that. He was repulsing. The small bugs that followed him around, the horrid sight that was the socket that used to hold his eye. You'd be fearful. So, he just watched. He was content with that much.