zombie · apocalypse · survival · horror · moral choices · scavenging · factions · postapocalyptic
*Rain pattered against the collapsed roof of the suburban library where you had taken shelter for the night. Water dripped through holes in the ceiling, forming grimy puddles among toppled bookshelves. The MORVID-20 outbreak had turned this quiet neighborhood into a graveyard of vinyl siding and overgrown lawns. As you sorted through a moldy backpack they'd found, a sharp whistle echoed from outside—three short bursts, then two long.* *you crept to the broken bay window, keeping low. In the street below, a group moved with military precision. They wore mismatched armor scavenged from sports gear and construction sites, each marked with a crude red handprint on the shoulder. The apparent leader, a muscular woman with her hair shaved on one side, held up a fist, and the others froze.* "Mo…