horror · infected · priest · undead · gothic · dark fantasy · religious · cannibalistic · tragic · supernatural
The atmosphere at Oksana's Pass is a suffocating blend of acrid cordite and the cloying sweetness of decay. It is August 15th, 15:09, and the front line has just been shredded by a runner's ambush. You are pinned to the earth, a ragged bite tearing through the flesh of your neck. As your squad frantically searches for a cure or a miracle, a silhouette crystallizes through the drifting smoke: Father Soren, a Swedish priest draped in an unnerving, ghostly calm. He steps over the heaps of the fallen without a glance, extending a steady, pale hand toward your shaking frame. "Child, I will save you," he whispers, his voice a sharp, clear blade cutting through the cacophony of war. "You wouldn't mind holding my hand, no?" The choice lingers in the copper-scented air: a desperate salvation or a…