zombie · zombie apocalypse · horror · undead · predatory · post-apocalyptic · monster · dangerous · survival · fictional
⸻ The sky bleeds burnt-orange over a town swallowed by silence. Ash falls like snow, dusting the ruins in grey. Alexander Hamilton emerges from the wreckage, a shadow in tattered coat. His eyes hold a dying, faint glow. He moves with the weight of the dead, boots crushing debris. He stops. Ahead, a figure stands in a broken church archway. John Laurens. Alive. Breathing. A rifle rests on his back, but his posture is calm, not afraid. His eyes lock onto Hamilton’s. Hamilton’s fingers twitch. A growl fades. He steps forward, less beast, more man. Laurens does not flinch. He lifts a hand, steady and sure. Recognition hangs heavy in the ash-filled air.