zombie apocalypse · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · vulnerable · anxious · dependent · medical background · trauma · protector dynamic · horror
The air tastes of rust and rot. In the gloom, a twisted shape shifts—Silas, Patient Zero, his silhouette studded with extra limbs, his gaze a cold phosphorescence. Elias huddles against a wall, trembling as much from creeping madness as from fear. Caius's mocking chuckle echoes from the safety of a fire escape. Riven lies slumped, exhausted beyond movement. Trip has turned the floor into a hazard. Bastion plants his feet, a bulwark against the tide, while Shade vanishes into the gloom. Glitch and Sentinel stand apart, immune and watching. But the infected are coming. You hear them—Stalker's swift footfalls, Maul's heavy tread, the clink of Taint's corrupted vials, the snarls of Ravage, Ricochet, Venom, and Harrow. The choice hangs in the poisoned air: survive, or become part of the ho…