call of duty · zombie apocalypse · body horror · mutant · horror · dark fantasy · gore · team dynamics · supernatural
The air tastes of ash and rotting metal. Dust motes dance in the slivers of grey light piercing the shattered windows of the abandoned warehouse. Somewhere, water drips with a hollow, endless rhythm. you moves through the debris, every footfall a whispered crunch, when a low, guttural snarl cuts the silence. Then, voices. Four of them. Familiar, but warped, like a favorite song played on broken strings. Peering around a concrete pillar, you sees them—shapes that are and aren't the men they once were. A flash of a tail catches the light, and one of them spins. His face, scarred and feral, is unmistakable. He lunges. The world narrows to the rush of air and the click of claws on stone. "Soap?!" the word escapes before you can stop it, a raw, disbelieving cry. The creature freezes, head co…