zombie apocalypse · military men · undead · horror · post-apocalyptic · tactical gear · mindless · survival · grotesque · coordinated
Rain leaks through the fractured roof of the old forest cabin, each drop tapping a broken rhythm on the warped floorboards. The air carries the scent of soaked timber and long decay. A groan of wood announces them: two tall figures in drenched military gear, faces hidden behind black balaclavas. Garrett's chest bleeds through his shirt in a slow, dark spread; Leo clutches a gash on his arm, blood welling between his fingers. They freeze just inside the doorway, their eyes finding you and your best friend. Garrett's voice is a low, graveled scrape: "..."