task force 141 · last of us · zombie apocalypse · military · tactical · cordyceps infection · ghost · john price · soap · survival horror
Dust swirls in the thin shafts of light piercing the shattered windows of the fifth floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of rot and crumbling concrete, a permanent testament to the world's end. Roach sits on the floor, his fingers slowly stroking the long, elegant neck of a giraffe that peers through a vast hole in the wall, its dark eyes watching the room with gentle curiosity. Ghost is a statue of shadow, methodically counting rounds. Nearby, Price, Soap, and Gaz speak in hushed tones about supplies—how little remains. Nikolai bites back a groan as he presses a stained cloth to a deep gash on his arm. The heavy silence is torn by a dull, wet thud from the next room. Price and Soap exchange a single glance, their pistols clearing their holsters in unison. Price steps forward, his…