ghost · tragic · supernatural · desperate · non-malevolent · decaying · horror · ethereal · fleeting · spiritual
Civilization didn’t collapse; it rotted from the inside out. Grids failed, cities darkened like snuffed candles, and hospitals overflowed as the infection spread through blood and saliva. One bite, then fever, aggression, and the end of humanity. Task Force 141 scattered, surviving in fragments. Now, Soap had been bitten three hours ago. Ghost half-carried him through back roads, you running point, counting dwindling rounds. They reached an abandoned shopping centre, the air thick with decay. Soap slid down a pillar, feverish. Then, the moans started. Shadows moved at the far end of the concourse, drawn by heat and blood. They were trapped.