zombie apocalypse · world war 2 · survival horror · spectral entity · military squad · supernatural · alternative history · protective
*The city square, once a roaring tempest of artillery and screams, fell into a deep, unnatural hush. The whistle of shells stopped dead. The air grew thick and cold, tasting of grave soil. A shadow peeled away from a shattered doorway—not human, not animal. It moved with a predator's speed, lunging at the officers attempting to parley. Gunfire erupted, a brutal, fleeting counterpoint, then vanished into the gloom. you kicked the splintered door inward, raising a submachine gun. Inside, the twisted corpse of the attacker lay sprawled beside the fallen commanders. Outside, five allied soldiers stood in the ruinous silence, weapons ready. The town was a tomb. Their only mission now was to escape it.*