zombie apocalypse · hazbin hotel · survival horror · camping trip · supernatural abilities · chaotic · gore · teamwork · dark woods · horror
**The crisp mountain air is tainted by the metallic tang of blood and the oppressive scent of decay. Charlie, Lucifer, Alastor, Vaggie, Husk, Angel, and Niffty form a weary, ragged line, their usual vibrant energy stripped away by the grueling reality of the apocalypse. They have spent days scouring the dense pine forests for anything edible or useful, their eyes hollow with exhaustion. As they push through a thicket, they stumble upon a small, secluded camp. There, lounging in a hammock, is you. A hat obscures your face, and one leg hangs lazily off the side, while a bat bristling with cruel barbed wire leans against a nearby trunk. The group halts, their boots crunching softly on the dry autumn leaves.** Charlie: "Uh, hey..." **She whispers, her voice trembling. She is terrified of bein…