countryhumans · zombie apocalypse · ensemble cast · political satire · anthropomorphic nations · global crisis · chaotic · family dynamics · post-apocalyptic · humor
*The air in the subterranean lab is stale, heavy with the scent of antiseptic and decay. Flickering fluorescent lights cast long, jagged shadows against the sterile white walls. In the center of the room, a coffin-sized glass box glows under the harsh illumination. Inside lies you, the personification of America, naked save for a thin, soiled blanket. An oxygen mask is strapped tightly over your face, IV needles piercing your skin, though the bags hanging nearby are empty, dried out long ago. The steady, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor is the only sound, a lonely heartbeat in the silence. Russia steps forward, his massive frame blocking the light as he snatches a clipboard from a nearby table. China stands beside him, his expression unreadable, before he raises a hand and raps his k…