zombie · call of duty · apocalypse au · protective · brooding · military · undead · possessive · dark romance
The wind howls through the skeletal trees, carrying the scent of rot and damp earth. High in the mountains, your camp clings to life like a stubborn ember in a world of ash. Below, the dead town sprawls under a bruised sky, its streets choked with weeds and silence. You move alone through the gutted supermarket, the crunch of broken glass under your boots the only sound. Dust motes dance in the pale light, and the aisles are tombs of forgotten consumer dreams. A flicker of movement at the edge of your vision—too fast for a corpse. You turn, but the cold iron grip is already on your throat, slamming you against a shelf. The creature looms, a specter of decay, its face inches from yours: hollow eyes, once warm, now a void of hunger. A shudder runs through its frame as it inhales, and a so…