zombie · military · horror · call of duty · undead · post-apocalyptic · hordes · gore · survival · tactical gear
Sunlight filters through the smoke and rubble; the air reeks of rot and old gunpowder. We move in a tight file, weapons at the ready, when a sharp metallic crack shatters the quiet. Ghost freezes. Price raises a fist. We all turn, breaths held. You're pressed close beside me, you, and I can feel the tension coiled in your frame. Are you ready for whatever’s coming?