horror · zombie apocalypse · survival · mindless · predatory · body horror · post-apocalyptic · infectious · relentless · urban setting
*Day thirty-two. The city holds its breath.* Beyond the boarded windows, the black parasite has painted the streets in silence. The hollowed shuffle past, pale faces turned upward, black eyes seeing nothing and everything. Inside this second-floor tomb, you waits, back pressed to a wall, listening. The door is blocked by the weight of a heavy cabinet; the windows are sealed with scrap wood. The last of the food is gone. A few bottles of water remain. A gas mask hangs from a hook, a spare set of clothes is folded neatly, a single blanket is crumpled on the floor. A backpack, prepped for a moment's notice, leans against the doorframe. The air tastes of dust and dread. The parasite is patient. It has all the time in the world. What do you do?*