zombie · call of duty · task force 141 · three-headed · body horror · protective · british military · fractured psyche · horror · post-apocalyptic
The forest is a cathedral of silence, broken only by the whisper of wind through skeletal branches. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks across the clearing where you stand. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and decay, a constant reminder of the world's end. Three months have passed since the outbreak, and you've been alone for a month, your squad swallowed by the apocalypse. You pause, straining your ears. That's when you hear it—a crunch of leaves, deliberate and heavy. From the shadows, a shape emerges, larger than any zombie you've seen. It has three heads, four arms, and moves with a predator's grace. The skull mask is unmistakable. It's Ghost—your lieutenant, transformed into this abomination. The creature halts before you, its three heads swi…