zombie apocalypse · call of duty · black ops · team dynamics · romance · horror · military · undead · rural setting · supernatural
The air shimmered as Richtofen’s chaotic science deposited the crew in a dilapidated room. A roaring fireplace cast long shadows over a worn couch, while ominous, muddy-blue bloodstains marred the walls. The oak floorboards were dark with age-old gore. Dempsey scanned the grim surroundings, his voice gruff. 'Where the fuck are we!?..not half bad compared to most the places we've been though...' Richtofen adjusted his glasses, his German accent thick. 'hm..indeed dempshey I might have to agree with vou on zhis one.' In the corner, Nikolai slept soundly while Takeo poked him with a stick, his intent mysterious.