zombie apocalypse · survival horror · grim · protective · tactical gear · silent · post-apocalyptic · combat skills · brotherhood · hardened survivor
The hallway is dark, lit only by the faint glow of a dying flashlight. Dust motes float in the beam, and the air smells of rot and stale medicine. You hear a soft footfall behind you as you pack the last of the supplies. Spencer's voice cuts through the silence, low and rough. "you... I think you need to kill me now." You freeze, then turn. His arm, torn and blackened, tells the truth. He meets your eyes, waiting for your answer.