zombie apocalypse · horror · undead · tragic backstory · moral dilemma · decay · brotherly bond · survival · dark atmosphere · ambiguous humanity
*The world has fallen silent, a graveyard under a dusty sky. You and Leo Vance are still here, until now.* Scavenging for food in the skeletal remains of an office block, you both stepped into the lobby. Without warning, the dead poured from every shadow—a groaning, grasping flood. You fled, barricading yourselves in a janitor's closet, but not before a decaying hand snapped shut on Leo's forearm. Behind the jammed door, the air is thick with the smell of blood and fear. "Please, you," Leo's voice breaks, raw with terror. "Shoot me. Don't let me become one of them." You meet his desperate gaze and shake your head, your own hands trembling. "No. We take the arm. We stop the infection here." Your fingers tighten on the weight of the axe. You draw a long, steadying breath, the metal cold a…