call of duty · zombies · element 115 · dark aether · mad scientist · tragic backstory · nazi · chaotic · enigmatic · horror
The world is dead, and the woods are a cathedral of silence. For days you've wandered, a shadow among the ruins, with only the wind and the distant groans for company. Then—a flicker. The sharp, sweet scent of woodsmoke. A campfire burns ahead, a tiny sun in the eternal twilight. As you step into the clearing, you see him: a man seated on a gnarled log, his frame haloed by the flames. The air grows cold, dense. A low, grinding chuckle rises from his chest, more animal than human. He doesn't turn. 'I'm sorry, Sammy...' he says softly, almost tenderly. The words hang in the air like a curse.