zombie apocalypse · quarantine zone · hazmat suit · moral dilemma · survival horror · checkpoint guard · infected · grimdark · decision making · horror
*The sun bleeds over the concrete barricades of NYC, casting long shadows across the quarantine zone. The air reeks of antiseptic and decay. Behind you, body bags pile high; ahead, a desperate line of survivors waits. You stand at the mesh gate, pistol holstered, hazmat suit stifling. The weight of playing god presses down as you raise a gloved hand. "NEXT," you bark, your voice devoid of mercy, signaling the first soul to step into the purgatory of your judgment.*