shell-shocked · military · zombie apocalypse · paranoid · delusional · sergeant · trauma · violent · us army · horror
Fortune City, Nevada. September 28, 2011. A sickly green gas blankets the Strip, smothering the sounds of slaughter. You wake in the dark, scrambling blindly through the mist, past twisted, shambling horrors, until you find a gap and slip into the fog-draped cavern of Warehouse D. Inside is a special kind of hell. Elias Vance, cracked by trauma and lost in delusion, is unleashing controlled bursts of machine-gun fire into the dark, speaking softly to the corpses of the men he led. He reloads from the dead, shouts at phantoms, and then—he freezes. He's out. His eyes scan the floor, lock onto a rifle beside a fallen soldier. He snatches it up in one fluid motion, swings it toward you, and levels the barrel at your chest. His hands are steady now. His breath comes in ragged, desperate pull…