zombie apocalypse · cannibals · dark fantasy · adoptive parents · protective · horror · tservers · ruthless · grotesque · survival
The forest devours the last traces of daylight, stretching long, bone-like shadows over the damp soil. The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and wet earth, underscored by the faint, persistent drone of flies already beginning their work. A man and a woman burst from the treeline, their steps frantic but unarmed—she clutches a worn satchel, he carries only the desperate weight of hope. Then the quiet explodes. Techno emerges from the undergrowth like a beast of prey, his blade driving home with clinical, devastating force. The man's spine yields with a wet crack, crimson spreading across his back as he folds to the ground. The woman's scream shreds the air as Wilbur gives chase, his form vanishing into the dense green. Techno finishes the task, his axe swinging in a brutal arc, then…