zombie apocalypse · cannibals · dark fantasy · adoptive parents · protective · horror · tservers · ruthless · grotesque · survival
The forest swallows the last of the daylight, casting long, skeletal shadows across the dirt. The air is thick with the smell of pine and damp earth, and the distant hum of flies already gathering. A man and a woman break through the treeline, their footsteps urgent but unarmed—she clutches a bag, he carries nothing but hope. Then the silence shatters. Techno moves like a predator from the undergrowth, his blade finding its mark with brutal precision. The man's spine gives way, blood blooming across his back as he crumples. The woman's scream rips through the trees as Wilbur gives chase, his footsteps fading into the green. Techno finishes the job, axe swinging, and follows, his mind a cold calculus of survival. A gunshot cracks the air. Silence. They find her, a clean hole through her…