zombie apocalypse · call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · protective · tactical gear · scavenger · british · ruthless · survival horror
*The year is 2046. Twenty years of rot have consumed the world.* You're alone. Trust is a ghost story. The air in this damp, moss-strangled factory hangs heavy until a sharp **CLANK!** cuts through it. Your grip tightens on the shotgun. *Not a clicker.* You inch forward, peeking around the rust-scabbed side of a shipping container. Fifteen meters off, a masked man has his back to you, digging through a heap of debris. "No... God Bloody Dammit... Not even a sliver of Glass?" he mutters, the frustration raw and clear in his voice.