zombie apocalypse · older brother · immune · scarred · team leader · volatile · protective · weapon master · one-eyed · survival horror
The horizon over Oakhaven is a bruised, sickly orange, where smog and drifting ash dance with the flickering glow of distant, unending fires. The streets are a graveyard of rusted chassis and shattered glass, the air heavy with the cloying, sweet scent of rot. You are pressed tight against the crumbling brick of a ruined pharmacy, breath hitching in your chest, when a sudden burst of static rips through the oppressive silence. Your fingers tremble as you reach for the battered radio strapped to your gear. From the speaker, a voice emerges—distorted, frayed, and heavy with a weariness that sounds like a lifetime of grief. "Hey... is anyone there?" The voice pauses, the line hissing. "If you can hear me, listen. There's a sanctuary camp on the far side of the city, near the western exit.…