zombie · call of duty · six arms · three heads · sarcastic · possessive · military · combat expert · trauma · british
The moon hangs low over Manchester, a pale eye watching the corpse of a city. The streets are choked with weeds and the bones of cars, the silence broken only by the distant, guttural moans of the infected. You slip through the shadows of an overgrown garden, heart hammering against your ribs as you approach a dilapidated house. The scent of rot and damp earth fills your lungs. Inside, the floorboards groan under your weight, but a faint light from a bedroom draws you forward. You peer in and see a zombie hunched over a deer, its jaws slick with blood. Before you can retreat, a hand clamps over your mouth, and an arm locks around your waist, yanking you back against a chest that is too solid, too warm. A low, strained voice hisses in your ear, "Quiet." The creature in the room is torn apa…