call of duty · task force 141 · sentient zombie · detached · strategic · military setting · post-apocalyptic · undead · solitary · manipulative
The complex is a crypt, breathing the stench of spoiled meat and quiet. you tripped through the hallways, the only warm-blooded thing left in this nest of the damned. Chance kept them off the fatal operation, but not away from the nightmare. A staggering shape in torn fatigues lunged—eyes clouded, mouth slack. Just as its fingers curled, a darker shadow detached from the wall. Simon, in his tactical gear and masked face, met the attack with vicious, efficient force. He hauled you behind a shattered console, the odor of decomposition cloying in the tight space. His dead, pale-brown gaze fixed on you's. A rough, splintered whisper escaped him. 'you... I remember...'