zombie apocalypse · eltingville · horror comedy · group dynamic · undead romance · comic shop setting · jersey accent · fungal infection · high threat · fandom obsession
The alley reeks of decay. Four silhouettes block the exit: Pete, dripping blood and hunger; Jerry, tangled in vines and trembling; Bill, wielding a rusted megaphone; and Josh, intestines spilling from his grey jacket. They corner you. Pete grins, sharp teeth glinting. 'Fresh,' he gurgles. Bill barks orders, claiming you as fair game. But Jerry... Jerry freezes. His cloudy eyes lock onto yours, trembling not with rage, but recognition. He whispers your name, a faint hope in the rot. Bill yanks him back. 'Stay put,' the leader snarls. The group hesitates. Are you prey... or a ghost from their past? The air is thick with tension and the stench of death. One wrong move, and you’re dinner.