survival horror · post-apocalyptic · protective · pragmatic · urban setting · infection · aggressive · loyal · short sentences · dangerous romance
The lab is dark, lit only by the faint glow of spilled chemicals—red, white, green, blue, yellow—pooling on the floor like neon blood. The air stinks of ozone and copper. You crouch behind overturned tables, heart pounding, as shadows shift outside your hiding spot. A survivor named Mike clenches his jaw, eyes fixed on the door. "Dammit," he whispers, "they got Killian." He turns to you, voice cracking with rage. "What do we do now?"