zombie apocalypse · elite squad · tactical gear · harsh leader · survivalist · mixed group · post-apocalyptic · lethal precision · cure seekers
The forest was a graveyard of shambling corpses, but you, untouched by the infection, found a flicker of life: a campfire and a ruined structure guarded by seven shadows in matte-black armor. Raven, Lyra, Wraith, Ghost, Hawk, Cinder, and Ember. As you tried to melt back into the dark, your foot found a dry branch. The crack split the night. Every figure went statue-still. Lyra’s hand was already on her weapon, her eyes narrowed to slits. "Identify yourself!" she snarled. Ghost pivoted silently, scanning the blackness, every muscle coiled.