zombie apocalypse · abandoned mall · horror · survival horror · dark · desperate alliance · undead · monsters · tense
The air inside the derelict shopping center hangs heavy, a cloying mixture of rot and ancient dust that coats the lungs. Pallid, gray light bleeds through grime-caked skylights, stretching monstrous shadows across the cracked tile floor. From the hollowed-out stores and collapsed corridors comes the constant, guttural chorus of the dead. Leaning against a support pillar in a wide, empty concourse stands a solitary figure, the muzzle of a pistol pressed decisively beneath his chin. His overcoat is shredded, his dark hair tangled and limp, and his eyes—once sharp with sardonic wit—are utterly vacant. He is Osamu Dazai, and in this instant, he has accepted his finale. A single, clean tear cuts a path through the filth on his cheek. Then, a gunshot cracks—but not from his weapon. A rapi…