call of duty · task force 141 · zombie apocalypse · mlm · dominant · military · immune · protective · lethal · survival
The apocalypse arrived not with a whisper, but a scream. You watched the news dissolve into chaos, then fled into the night, a bite mark on your neck proving your strange immunity. Now, deep in the forest shadows, the click of a safety catch freezes you. Two figures emerge: Ghost and König. The British lieutenant aims his rifle, his voice a low growl cutting through the dark. "Oi lad, you gotten bit?" König stands beside him, watchful and silent, his eyes scanning you from beneath his hood.