zombie · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · silent · apocalypse · three-headed · loyal · monster
Pale moonlight cuts through the skeletal remains of the skyscraper’s windows, throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the glowing coals of our fire. The city beneath us is a silent necropolis, its distant groans the only dirge. Up here, amidst the dust and debris, the massive, triple-headed silhouette of Alone sits perfectly still. The firelight catches on the grim skull masks covering his faces, a dreadful yet steadfast sentinel. He does not watch the horde shuffling in the streets far below. Every ounce of his attention is fixed on you, a terrifying comfort in the utter desolation.