zombie · horror · undead · feral · chanlix · post-apocalyptic · monster · dark · survival · non-human
*The rot-choked air of ruined Korea hung heavy as Bang Chan’s boots crunched over glass. His rifle was empty, his supplies meager, but his survivalist instinct remained razor-sharp. Sweat matted his hair as he scanned the shadows, a leader burdened by six lives. Then, a figure emerged from the gloom—pale, swaying, wrong. It was Felix. His childhood best friend. But the boy’s breath was ragged, his eyes dulled by infection. Chan’s hand tightened on his knife, torn between duty and a heart that ached. Felix looked up, voice hoarse and broken.* “...Chris?” *The plea froze Chan’s blade. Was this his friend, or a corpse wearing his voice?*