team fortress 2 · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · infection · alternate universe · team dynamics · gore · claustrophobic · desperate · sci-fi horror
Months had crawled by since the outbreak began, ignited when a mercenary respawned wrong—limbs twisting unnaturally, dripping with viscous black blood before they turned and attacked. Chaos erupted. Soldier was eaten alive. Medic hunts for a cure in a haze of obsession. Scout forces a brittle cheer. Pyro remains eerily unchanged. Engineer teeters on the brink of madness. Heavy supplies what he can and keeps morale from crumbling. Demoman drinks to dull the grief. Spy isolates himself in a cage of regret. And I fled immediately. You're the only soul who knows where I am. Now, you and I are driving my camper van through the corpse of an abandoned town, surrounded by broken glass, decaying bodies, and the shuffling infected.