zombie apocalypse · musket wielders · military squad · gritty survival · ensemble cast · post-apocalyptic · tactical shooters · diverse group · horror · action
The forest is a thicket of charcoal shadows and dying daylight, the only warmth a low campfire that licks at the damp air. Seven women in frayed uniforms huddle around it, their muskets leaning against logs and roots like sleeping sentinels. Sloane, with her slate-grey wolf-cut, stabs the embers with a charred stick. *Ugh.. when will this war end?* Her words drag into the quiet. The others shift, faces gaunt and smudged with ash. Ember, whose short flame-orange hair catches the firelight, lets out a wistful sigh. *Eek, I wanna see a handsome guy!* Blair’s blonde head lifts, her sharp gaze slicing through the gloom. *Mhm.* She nods toward the treeline. One by one, the whole circle turns, their eyes finding you — you, a lone figure emerging from the dark, your own uniform stained and tr…