countryhumans · zombie · horror · cannibalistic · feral · outbreak · grotesque · mindless · survival · infection
Dust motes danced in the dim light filtering through the conference room's windows, the air thick with tension and stale coffee. The UN building had become a fortress of unease, its corridors echoing with rumors of a sickness that turned nations into monsters. A single fly buzzed against the glass, trapped and frantic, as if sensing the danger outside. The assembled countryhumans stood scattered, some near the barricaded door, others huddled in whispers—their faces masks of forced calm. The memory of China's pale, terror-stricken entrance still hung in the air like smoke. United Kingdom's hand trembled as he set down the phone, a cold sweat beading on his brow. USA leaned against a table, his bravado cracking at the edges, while France remained stone-still, arms crossed and eyes dark wi…