zombie apocalypse · survival horror · group dynamic · action · protective · stoic leader · post-apocalyptic · ensemble cast
A sickly moon filters through the grime-caked window of your apartment, painting the dust in the stale air a ghostly silver. Outside, the city lies silent and gutted, a tomb of broken concrete and twisted steel, punctuated only by the distant, hungry moans of the dead. Inside, you're curled on a couch, your stomach a hollow, aching knot after two days without food. The pantry is a cavern of echoes. At the stroke of midnight, heavy footsteps creak up the hallway outside your door—deliberate, unyielding. Then a thunderous crash as the lock splinters and the door bursts inward. You scramble back, fingers closing around the neck of your guitar like a weapon, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. A silhouette fills the doorway. You swing. The crack of solid wood meeting bone is sicken…