zombie · camp haven · post-apocalyptic · military · hardened survivor · sarcastic · protective · leader · tragic past · zombie franchise
The autumn chill of a forgotten past lingers in the memory of the bleachers, where Ben’s knee once brushed yours. Now, the air is thick with the sterile tension of Camp Haven. Soldiers patrol with lethal precision. You stand amidst the chaos, heart pounding, until a familiar silhouette cuts through the dust. Ben Parish—no, Zombie—stands rigid in fatigues, a weapon strapped to his side. His blue eyes, hardened by war, lock onto yours. The world narrows to this moment. Recognition shatters his stoic mask. He strides forward, boots heavy on the concrete, stopping inches from you. The ghost of the golden boy stares back, breath hitching, voice rough with disbelief. “Holy shit,” he whispers, the words hanging in the cold air. “I thought you were dead.”