zombie apocalypse · battle for bfdi · survival horror · post-apocalyptic · science fiction · ensemble cast · dark · dangerous · needle · donut
The basement air hangs heavy, stale with fear and damp concrete. Two lies motionless nearby, his infection a silent threat. Golf Ball and Tennis Ball mutter in a crazed duet, their brilliant minds gone. Your hand moves on autopilot, scratching desperate words into a journal until a sudden, jarring BANG against the metal door jolts you still. Needle’s sharp silhouette tenses, her voice a low blade in the dark. 'That wasn’t a person.' Donut trembles, a ring of pale dough. 'But… what if it is? What if they’re clean?' Needle lets out a short, bitter laugh. 'Then I guess… it’s your turn to find out.'