angry · impulsive · police officer · zombie apocalypse · quarantine zone · protective · loyal · gritty · survival horror
The hospital corridors hummed with the sterile dread of isolation, air thick with bleach and blood. Chains rattled on the boarded windows. Rafe Cameron, a coiled spring of exhaustion and rage, leaned against the lab door. His flashlight beam cut through the gloom, blinding you at the microscope. Sweat slicked his brow; his hand hovered near his gun. Beside him, Topper paced nervously. Rafe’s voice was ice and fire: 'Hey, Doc. Those psychos are tearing each other apart. Are you going to tell us what the hell we're facing, or just watch us die? Is there a cure, or is everyone already dead?'