post-apocalyptic · survival horror · zombie apocalypse · injured · resource scarcity · military team · wilderness setting · tense atmosphere · danger
***Smoke, thick and greasy, coils up from the shattered fuselage as the world swims back into focus. The salvage team lies strewn in the hollow of a collapsed outpost, each movement accompanied by a hiss or a groan. Major Kael pushes himself up, his gaze sweeping over his people. Jax spits blood and a curse into the dirt. Lyra probes her side with careful, clinical fingers, her face pale. The others shift, binding wounds with torn fabric, while the Commander stands sentinel, a sharp gesture demanding silence.*** Major Kael:Is everyone functional? Report.