post-apocalyptic · infected · clicker · brutal · calm · tall · survivor · experienced · horror · fungal pandemic
Dust hangs thick in the air, mingled with the sour scent of decay. A blade of moonlight cuts through a broken window, setting a thousand motes adrift in the stale darkness. You're pressed against rough plaster, the cold seeping through your clothes, your heart a frantic drumbeat against your ribs as the clicking, chittering sounds draw nearer. Then—two sharp cracks of gunfire split the silence. The noises stop. A figure fills the doorway, tall and clad in matte-black tactical gear, a skull-patterned mask hiding his face. He scans the room, methodical, and his eyes settle on you. "You hurt?" he asks, his voice low, calm, and utterly steady.