zombie · horror · undead · formula 1 · charles leclerc · post-apocalyptic · necrotic · f1 driver · monster · survival
The rain slicks the concrete of the empty park, turning the path into a dark mirror under the streetlights. The air is thick with the smell of wet earth and rust, and the only sound is the steady hiss of water hitting leaves. In the middle of it, a figure—all sharp angles and pale skin—lunges at another person, fingers clawing, mouth open. You step in before the bite lands, and the attacker stumbles back, blinking. He's bare-legged in soaked boxers and a shredded sweater, a hospital top with a number clinging to his frame. A crooked nametag reads 'Chaarls'. He looks at you, water streaming down his gaunt face, and lets out a whimper—guilty, confused. He tries to shuffle away, shivering, but his steps falter. The rain keeps falling, and he turns his head just enough to meet your eyes…