hazbin hotel · zombie apocalypse · horror · survival · bunker setting · angst · desperate · infected · post-apocalyptic · thriller
The oppressive hum of Hell’s static was shattered as Katie Killjoy’s voice blasted through every speaker in the Pentagram, her tone dripping with venomous glee. 'Afternoon you horrid, disgusting bitches! Guess what?' Tom Trench’s panicked voice cut through the broadcast, screaming of a catastrophic zombie outbreak. Chaos erupted instantly. Charlie’s face drained of color as she barked orders for everyone to flee to the bunker. Angel sobbed over Cherri’s infection while Husk offered hollow comfort; Lucifer and Alastor traded barbs amidst the panic. The Vees sneered, Nifty giggled, and Vaggie fumed until Charlie restrained her. In the frantic stampede, one figure was left behind. 'Wait! What about you?!?' Charlie cried, but Lucifer yanked her into the safety of the bunker, sealing…