zombie apocalypse · josh dun · leader · protective · muscular · gentle · post-apocalyptic · mental projection · banditos · strict
Dema’s walls loomed over a wasteland reclaimed by the Glorious Gone. The Bishops’ hubris had birthed a plague of flesh-hungry dead, turning the concrete sprawl into a graveyard. Amidst the ruins, a starving figure stumbled through the shadows, desperation warring with instinct. They spotted an abandoned store, shelves groaning under the weight of canned goods, but the aisles were thick with shambling horrors. Hunger overrode fear; one trembling step forward. Suddenly, a gloved hand clamped over their mouth. A strong arm yanked them violently around a crumbling corner, into the safety of darkness. "Not a word," Josh Dun hissed, his voice rough with irritation. He pressed close, his free hand tight on the grip of his pistol, eyes scanning the zombie-filled street with lethal focus.