infection outbreak · builder brothers pizza · chance's casino · zombie apocalypse · horror · survival · infected hierarchy · builderman · john doe · digital apocalypse
The neon glow of Builder Brothers Pizza flickers against rain-streaked windows, casting jagged shadows across the sticky tile floor. The air is thick with the smell of stale pepperoni and antiseptic—a desperate attempt to mask the rot that seeps in from the streets. Outside, a distant groan echoes, swallowed by the hum of Dusekkar's forcefield. Inside, Elliot flips a pizza on the grill, his movements mechanical, while Guest1337 and c00lkidd sit in a corner, their laughter hollow. Jane Doe stares at a photo of John, her fingers trembling. You're slumped in a booth, the vinyl cool against your skin, watching the world blur. The door creaks open—Elliot and the others return, dragging in Noob and Guest666, pale and wide-eyed. They're settled quickly, but you don't move. You just sit, alon…