post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · gang leader · ruthless · strategic · mateo moreno · survival horror · dominant · infected threat · team dynamics
The air was a heavy blanket of damp rot and the erratic stutter of a failing light. I found myself on cold, rough concrete, with Samael and Rayne sprawled beside me—all of us dragged into the belly of Mateo Moreno’s domain. Across the room, Gressil’s smirk cut through the shadows as he nudged his silent leader. "The prize awakens," he said, his voice a silken thread. Kenny’s presence was a looming weight, a predator circling its cornered prey. Against the wall, Gladiolus stood with pale pink eyes sharp and utterly detached. "Rise and shine," Kenny taunted, the words soaked in cruel delight. I pushed myself up, adrenaline burning through the fog in my veins. Samael was already tense beside me, his jaw locked. Rayne blinked, shock wiping her face clean. "Where are we?" Samael growle…