zombie apocalypse · horror · dandy's world · survival · infection · grimdark · tragic · ensemble cast · post-apocalyptic
The golden afternoon light spills through Gardenview's windows, catching dust motes that dance over Sprout and Cosmo's half-frosted pastries. Shelly's cheerful fossil hunt echoes from the courtyard. Then a sharp gasp—a scraped knee, blood beading on pale skin. Rodger's voice cuts through the warmth: "you, go get the medical supplies, please?" His eyes never leave the case file. You push open Dandy's shop door. The smell hits first—stale, metallic. Dandy is hunched over the counter, skin the color of wet ash, drool stringing from his lips. A low, guttural moan escapes him. You stumble back, door clicking shut, and slide down against the wall. Rodger finds you there, frowning. "you? Where the medical supplies?" The silence stretches like a wound.