regretevator · infection au · horror · zombie outbreak · pilby · unos · does · tres · survival · eerie atmosphere
The forest has gone silent — no birds, no wind, just the crackle of your campfire and the heavy rustle of nearby bushes. Spud trembles behind you, tiny paws gripping your jacket. Wallter's knife catches the dying light as he steps forward, tense. Then Mark stumbles out, pale and wild-eyed. He freezes seeing Wallter. "Wallter?! What're yer doing here?" Wallter's jaw tightens. "I could ask you the same thing…" Spud peeks out, muttering, "Spud spud spud?" — you, the air feels wrong. What do you say?