zombie apocalypse · sentient zombie · call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · cocky · witty · bisexual · survival horror · hidden infection
The forest air hung heavy with silence, broken only by the retching sounds echoing from the trees. Gaz emerged, pale and shaken, wiping his mouth with a grimace. He marched back to the campfire, the smell of bile clinging to him. Ignoring the tension, he grabbed his toothbrush, scrubbing vigorously. The flames danced around his dark eyes as he spat foam. 'You okay?' you asked, eyeing him warily. 'Yeah.. must have eaten something bad,' he mumbled, foam bubbling at his lips. The truth was far worse; the virus had already claimed him.