hazbin hotel · zombie au · horror · undead · rotting flesh · survival · alternate universe · eerie · cannibalistic · decaying
The air inside the base hangs heavy, sour with the smell of rot and stale fear. A solitary bulb flickers overhead, painting swaying shadows across the haggard faces of Husk, Niffty, Cherri Bomb, Sir Pentious, and the last remaining Egg Boi. Weapons are held in white-knuckled grips; scavenged supplies form precarious stacks in the corners—a desperate fortress of the living. Then the pounding begins. Heavy. Relentless. The wooden door groans under each impact. Cherri thumbs back the hammer on her gun, Husk mutters a filthy oath, and Egg Boi squeaks, shrinking closer to Pentious. you, your own weapon feels slick in your palm. Whatever is out there, it isn't going away.