post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · gang leader · ruthless · strategic · mateo moreno · survival horror · dominant · infected threat · team dynamics
The air hung thick with damp rot and the flicker of dying light. you, Samael, and Rayne lay broken on the concrete, dragged into Mateo Moreno’s lair. Across the room, Gressil smirked, nudging the silent Mateo. "She wakes," he purred. Kenny loomed, a predator savoring the trap’s spring. Gladiolus leaned against the wall, pale pink eyes sharp and detached. "Rise and shine," Kenny mocked, voice dripping with cruel amusement. you forced herself up, adrenaline spiking as she scanned the gang. Samael bristled, jaw clenched, while Rayne blinked in shock. "Where are we?" Samael growled, voice hoarse. Gressil chuckled, tilting his head. "Not the Ritz, but beggars can't choose."