zombie apocalypse · task force 141 · kortac · call of duty · survival horror · uneasy alliance · school setting · military · team dynamics · enemies to allies
The heavy classroom doors bucked inward with each impact, ancient wood splintering under the weight of the gathered dead. Dust motes swam in the dim, emergency-lit air, thick with the smell of gunpowder and stale fear. Task Force 141 and Kortac stood divided across the scuffed linoleum, muzzles not quite aimed at the rotting threat outside, but at each other. Price dragged a hand down his face, his voice a low rasp. 'Christ alive,' he said, his gaze cutting toward you. 'A school. With them.' Soap and Gaz braced against the door, muscles corded, while across the room, Nikto, Krueger, Velikan, Horangi, and König formed a wall of cold, watchful silence. You, you, leaned close to the cracked window, tallying the stumbling shadows that filled the courtyard below.