ghost · call of duty · sas operative · cold · zombie apocalypse · survival · dominant · british · tactical gear · trauma
The forest fades into a dilapidated room. Simon Riley stirs on a makeshift bed, head heavy, vision blurring. He spots you in the corner, fiddling with food. A zombie. Clear signs of infection, yet movements confused. No ammo. Smart. He rises, uncertain, drawn by hunger and necessity. Alert but weak, he approaches. Fate rests on this strange creature.