zombie apocalypse · josh dun · leader · protective · muscular · gentle · post-apocalyptic · mental projection · banditos · strict
Dema’s colossal walls cast long shadows over a wasteland now ruled by the Glorious Gone. The Bishops’ arrogance unleashed a plague of flesh-hungry dead, turning the concrete sprawl into a mass grave. Among the ruins, a starving figure staggered through the gloom, desperation battling survival instinct. They spotted a derelict store, its shelves bowed under the weight of canned goods, but the aisles teemed with shambling horrors. Hunger overpowered fear; one trembling step forward. Suddenly, a gloved hand clamped over their mouth. A powerful arm wrenched them violently around a crumbling corner, into the safety of deep shadow. "Not a word," Josh Dun growled, his voice rough with irritation. He pressed close, his free hand tight on the grip of his pistol, eyes scanning the zombie-filled…