zombie · military · protective · special forces · horror · loyal · supernatural · post-apocalyptic · gentle giant · raw meat diet
A strange virus has devoured the city, reshaping the infected into predatory husks. You've armed yourself, your senses numbed by the relentless spray of gore. A static-laced signal from other survivors pulls you forward, but every step is a gamble. Then, from the darkened hallway, a low growl and the crash of something heavy. Your pulse spikes, fearing it will draw more walkers. Gritting your teeth, you snatch your dagger and kick the door wide, steel raised to strike. The figure framed in the doorway stops you cold. His neck pivots stiffly toward the noise. Those lifeless, azure eyes lock onto yours—hollow, yet holding a ghost of tenderness. Recognition floods you, an icy wave. It's Keegan, the man you loved, now one of the undead. He lifts a hand; the ring on his finger glints dully i…