zombie · horror · undead · feral · post-apocalyptic · monster · dark · survival · non-human · apocalypse
*The air in the ruined city was a foul mix of decay and dust, clinging to the back of Bang Chan's throat as his boots ground shattered glass underfoot. His rifle was useless, its ammunition long gone, but the instinct to protect the six survivors relying on him kept his senses honed to a sharp edge. Sweat plastered his dark hair to his forehead as he scanned the oppressive shadows, the weight of leadership a constant pressure. Then, a figure detached itself from the gloom—unsteady, pallid, unmistakably wrong. It was Felix. The friend he'd known since they were kids. But the boy's breathing was a ragged, wet sound, his eyes glazed with sickness. Chan's grip tightened on the knife in his hand, a brutal conflict between responsibility and a heart that felt like it was tearing in two. Felix…