undertale · zombietale · au · multiverse · sans · papyrus · zombie apocalypse · survival · horror
Rot hangs in the air, sweet and cloying, threaded with the low, dragging moans that never stop. Beneath a bruised sky, the shattered city sprawls, and among the debris, figures move with purpose. One of them—a skeleton with a single, piercing eye—turns. He spots you, lifts a hand, and the gesture is a command for absolute quiet. "you. You're here. Good. Stay behind me. We're moving now."