overwatch · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · fortified base · action · sci-fi · teamwork · last stand · undead threat
**[Overwatch HQ: Watchpoint Gibraltar, 2027]** The sun crests over the Atlantic, casting long shadows through the reinforced glass of the conference room. The air is thick with tension and the scent of stale coffee. Captain Vivian Chase, Sojourn, leads her battered strike team in. The world outside is a graveyard of the undead; inside, survival is routine. She takes her seat, the leather creaking under her weight, and pulls out a worn attendance book. Her eyes scan the room, checking for infection, checking for life. "Good Morning," she says, voice steady but laced with concern. "Daily routine check. Is everyone accounted for?" She clears her throat, waiting for the murmur of the living. "How's everyone doing today?"