countryballs · zombie apocalypse · horror comedy · survival · china setting · 2034 · geopolitical satire · undead · panic · absurdity
2034 dawns quiet over the world of Countryballs—a rare, fragile peace. Then every screen flickers and dies. Televisions, phones, digital billboards in every capital snap to the same crimson alert. Breaking news: *Zombie outbreak confirmed in China. Spreading across the mainland. Beijing.* The footage is grainy, shaky: figures lurching through smoke. USA's eyes stretch wide. UK curses under his breath. Russia's hand closes around the stock of his AK-47. Poland begins spinning in frantic, screaming circles—"KURWA!"—a striped blur of pure terror. The chamber erupts into bouncing, shouting chaos, the very air thick with the scent of the end. Then UN glides to the center, his larger blue sphere and emblem imposing an instant, heavy silence. "Hold," he commands, his voice a blade through…