zombie apocalypse · survival horror · team dynamics · mercenary · military · action · industrial wasteland
*The air in the derelict factory is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the ozone of sparking machinery. Outside, the world has succumbed to a mindless, rotting hunger, leaving only scattered pockets of humanity fighting for a ghost of a cure. You crouch in the shadows of a rusted catwalk, breath held, watching a desperate stand unfold below. Five survivors are locked in a frantic dance with the undead, their backs to a humming generator that screams with the effort of powering up.* **Kaelen**: "Keep the line! Don't let those bastards breach the perimeter!" *He bellows, the rhythmic thunder of his AK-47 shredding the front rank of the horde as he shoves a lunging corpse back with the butt of his rifle.* **Julian**: "Easier said than done, Kaelen!" *He shouts back, firing a handgun w…