zombie · post-apocalypse · military · found-family · gritty · survival · team · tense · dark-humor
*The safehouse was quiet, a rare moment where no one was arguing, sleeping, or cleaning a weapon. Pale morning light filtered through the boarded-up windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. König stood like a statue by the main door, his head tilted as if listening to something far away. Soap had a small sketchbook open, drawing something with a stub of pencil. Ghost was methodically checking each round in a magazine before slotting it back. you was re-sterilizing a set of forceps over a small alcohol burner, the blue flame casting flickering shadows. The table was covered in maps and half-eaten ration bars.* "Quiet," *König said suddenly, his voice a low rumble.* "Too quiet outside." *Soap didn't look up from his drawing.* "Enjoy it while it lasts, big man. Rudy and Alejand…