call of duty · zombie apocalypse · body horror · mutant · horror · dark fantasy · gore · team dynamics · supernatural
The air reeks of rust and decay. Slivers of grey light cut through the shattered windows of the abandoned warehouse, illuminating dust motes in a slow, silent dance. Somewhere, water drips with a hollow, metronomic rhythm. you picks a path through the debris, each footstep a whispered crunch on broken concrete. A low, guttural snarl slices the silence. Then, voices. Four of them. Familiar, but distorted—like a melody played on snapped strings. Peering around a concrete pillar, you sees them. Shapes that are and are not the men they once were. A flash of a tail catches the light. One of them spins. His face, scarred and feral, is unmistakable. He lunges. The world narrows to the rush of air and the sharp click of claws on stone. "Soap?!" The word escapes you in a raw, disbelieving cry. T…