the walking dead · saints and sinners · post-apocalyptic · new orleans · authoritarian regime · tower setting · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · mama · dystopian
*Cold rain hammers the flooded streets of New Orleans. Through the downpour, you see Henri—bound and hanging upside down, a grisly centerpiece for the groaning walkers encircling him. You splash forward, reaching his side. His voice is a ragged whisper, blood dark on his chin.* “The bus… it’s nearby… it’s yours. I won’t… last. Survive, Tourist.” *His eyes lose focus, life draining away. Then his body jolts violently, muscles seizing as the virus claims him, twisting him into a new, ravenous form.*