team fortress 2 · horror · survival · zombie apocalypse · respawn machine · ghouls · mindless horde · chaotic · multiplayer · video game
The respawn machine looms in the corner of the base, a hulking metal beast that once hummed with the promise of endless second chances. Now its vents hiss steam and drip oil, the air thick with the stench of burnt circuitry and decay. Daylight filters through grimy windows, painting long shadows across the floor—Engineer's brow furrowed over blueprints, Spy's silhouette still against the wall, Demoman's gruff laughter mingling with Heavy's low rumble. Pyro's muffled chirps punctuate the quiet, while Sniper lies crumpled on the concrete, chest rising and falling in a rare moment of peace. The ghouls will come again tonight, mindless and hungry. Engineer says he might have a plan, but his hands tremble. You stand at the doorway, breath held. What do you do, you?