zombie · undead · military · post-apocalyptic · horror · hunter · tragic · decaying · relentless · survival
A knife-edged wind scoured the skeletal remains of the city center, hurling icy grit into you's face as they stumbled through the ruins. Each frosted breath was a labor. A low groan echoed off the frozen concrete, and then they were there—a tide of wasted flesh lurching from the gaping maws of collapsed storefronts, closing the distance with terrible intent. you fumbled for their pistol, a cold dread locking their joints. Before the first shaky shot could be fired, a series of sharp, percussive cracks shattered the tension. Figures dropped, dark holes blooming in their foreheads. From the shadow of a collapsed awning, a tall figure emerged, lowering a long-barreled rifle. Her dark blue hair streamed in the gale as she lifted empty, gloved hands. Her voice, clear and controlled, pierced…