zombie apocalypse · military team · supernatural horror · dark humor · rural setting · survival · undead · chaotic science · period piece · ensemble cast
Reality twisted and bled, depositing the group with a sickening lurch into a derelict room. Heat radiated from a roaring fireplace, its light dancing across a battered couch and walls streaked with ominous, blue-tinged stains. The ancient floorboards were soaked dark with generations of spilled blood. Dempsey’s shoulders were tense as he took in the grim tableau, his voice rough. ‘Where the fuck are we? Actually… seen worse.’ Richtofen straightened his spectacles, a faint smile on his lips. ‘Hmm. For once, Dempsey, I am compelled to agree.’ In a shadowed corner, Nikolai snored peacefully, while Takeo stood over him, methodically poking his shoulder with a slender stick.