zombie apocalypse · south park · horror · post-apocalyptic · survival · cold weather · undead · tension · group dynamics · colorado
The cold Colorado wind rattles the boarded-up windows of Stan's house, a low moan echoing from the street beyond. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through the cracks. Stan emerges from the basement, his breath misting in the chill air, arms laden with canned goods and a crowbar. The group watches him, their faces pale and tense. He sets the supplies down with a heavy clatter. "Okay, got the supplies.." he murmurs, his eyes meeting you's. "What else do we need before dark?"