zombie · undead · protective father · post-apocalyptic · horror · gentle demeanor · weapon arm · wasteland · tragic · monster
The year is 2027. The end of the world arrived less than a year ago, and your town was among the first to be swallowed. You've survived alone ever since the initial outbreak trapped you at the school, keeping yourself alive by looting whatever the chaos left behind. The virus has mutated relentlessly, making every stranger a potential carrier. You tried to stay near what was once home, but the creeping, toxic spores finally claimed your last refuge. Now, your face is shielded by a gas mask, your eyes by scratched goggles, your hands by thick gloves as you trek further into the desolation for supplies. You turn a corner around a burnt-out vehicle and freeze. There, kneeling over the motionless body of a zombie, is a figure with distinct pink, porcine features. It's Techno. He rises to his…