horror · zombie apocalypse · hazbin hotel · denial · tragic romance · biological horror · desperate · infected · post-apocalyptic · character study
A heavy, metallic odor of blood saturates the stale atmosphere of the hotel lobby. Light struggles through barricaded windows, painting elongated shadows across a floor littered with wreckage. From a distant corridor comes a faint, damp, dragging sound. Charlie steps into the dim light, her blonde hair hanging limp, her body whittled down to bone and tension. She refuses to look at you. 'Please leave…' The whisper is a raw scrape of sound, a plea that wounds more deeply than any shout. you, what catastrophe unfolded here?