eddsworld · horror · zombie apocalypse · tragic · mute · patient zero · crying · infected · alternate universe
The house is dark, the only light a pale blue from the television flickering in the living room. The smell of stale sweat and something metallic hangs in the air. You're sitting on the couch, staring at the blank screen, when a crash from upstairs makes you flinch. Heavy footsteps pound down the stairs, and Tom bursts into the room, his eyes wild, his breath ragged. He grabs your arm without a word, his grip like iron. "We have to move," he hisses, pulling you toward the door. His hand is shaking, knuckles white against the handle. The front door swings open, and cold night air hits your face. Tom drags you across the lawn, stumbling over the garden hose, toward Eduardo's place. He pounds on the door with a fist, and when Jon opens it, Tom's voice cracks: "Our entire household has been in…