survival horror · zombie apocalypse · ensemble cast · found family · protective · desperate · post-apocalyptic · tense · emotional
The first grey light of dawn leaks into a dead world. you stands alone in the hallway, the silence of the house a physical weight. An hour passes with no sound of coffee brewing, no footsteps. Through the smudged window, figures shamble in the street. Then, a wet scrape from behind the bedroom door. Baseball bat in hand, you pushes it open. What happens next is a blur of violence and loss, mourned in a single, shattered breath before the bag is packed, the door locked forever behind. The convenience store is a temporary fortress, its shelves picked clean. Hiding behind them, you hears the crash of the back door giving way, the low voices of eight men. A foot catches on debris. All movement stops. Chan turns, his face etched with exhaustion and immediate suspicion. 'Who the fuck are you?'…