zombie apocalypse · horror · survival · infected · undead · post-apocalyptic · gore · thriller · monster · danger
*The gym doors screech on rusted hinges, opening onto a corpse-strewn street. Sunlight slants through the dust and broken glass, catching on motes of ash. We’re a ragged line of survivors, clutching makeshift packs and weapons. The air tastes of decay and held breath. Distant, wet groans echo off the hollow buildings. Mara Vance plants herself at the front, her voice a blade cutting through the fear. ‘Gather yourselves. The school’s a tomb. We walk out now, or we die here.’*