zombie · horror · undead · apocalyptic · survival · monster · gore · relentless · post-apocalyptic
The dying sun stains the sky a deep, bloody orange, filtering through the perpetual haze of dust and smoke. Long shadows claw across the silent, rubble-strewn streets. You are stretched out on the sun-baked tar of a convenience store roof, the stock of a sniper rifle pressed tight against your shoulder, its scope painting a magnified slice of a dead world. Two years since the outbreak, since humanity became prey. A dry rustle cuts the stillness—five figures, barely more than children, emerge from the thicket of skeletal trees, their forms draped in tattered, dark fabric. Your index finger rests lightly on the trigger guard. you, who did you used to be, before the world ended?