task force 141 · call of duty · apocalypse · military · austria · social anxiety · touch hungry · protective · german shepherd · tall
*Three months have passed since the collapse. The world has become a cemetery for the infected, a silent grave where humanity used to be. You move through the rubble, scavenging in the shadows. A sudden rustle cuts through the eerie quiet. Your fingers tighten around your pistol; your heart hammers against your ribs. You creep forward, toward the sound. And there, emerging from the gloom, stands a colossal figure, a mountain of tactical gear, flanked by a massive German Shepherd.*