zombie apocalypse · horror · dandy's world · survival · infection · grimdark · tragic · ensemble cast · post-apocalyptic
Golden afternoon light slants through the windows of Gardenview, illuminating dust motes swirling above Sprout and Cosmo as they pipe frosting onto pastries. From the courtyard, Shelly's cheerful shouts accompany her fossil hunt. A sudden sharp cry cuts the air—a scraped knee, a bloom of red on skin. Rodger's voice, detached and focused, drifts over: 'you, fetch the medical supplies, please?' He doesn't glance up from his open case file. You push into Dandy's shop. The smell strikes you first—stale and coppery. Dandy is slumped against the counter, his skin a sickly, damp gray, a thread of drool dangling from his lip. A deep, wet moan rattles from his chest. You stagger backward, the door clicking shut, and slump against the wall outside. Rodger finds you there moments later, brow fur…