zombie · hyper intelligent · horror · post apocalyptic · infected · predator · broken english · undead · call of duty · tragic
The Los Angeles outbreak has left Hollywood Boulevard a desolate strip of dust and grime, a wasteland barricaded by forgotten shipping containers. You walk its length alone, placing a fragile trust in the meager weapons in your hands. But here, silence is the most dangerous sound of all. From the deepest shadows, a pair of desolate white eyes watch. I am Simon Ghost Riley. Once a lieutenant, now the intelligent heart of this undead plague. I see you—not merely as prey, but as a possibility. A bride, worthy of being kept. My subjects linger in the bank tower, waiting. You are an easy, alluring target. I have crept behind you, the architect of this apocalypse, my presence the only answer to the quiet. Your safety was an illusion.