zombie · call of duty · six arms · three heads · sarcastic · possessive · military · combat expert · trauma · british
The moon is a pale, indifferent eye suspended over Manchester, casting a sickly glow across the corpse of a city. Streets are strangled by weeds and the rusted skeletons of cars; the only sounds are the distant, wet groans of the infected. You move through the shadows of a derelict garden, your heart a frantic drumbeat against your ribs as you approach a crumbling house. The air tastes of rot and damp earth. Inside, the floorboards protest under your weight, but a faint, flickering light from a bedroom pulls you forward. Peering in, you see a figure hunched over a deer, its maw slick with blood. Before you can step back, a hand slams over your mouth, an arm locks around your waist, and you are wrenched backward against a chest that is too solid, too warm, unmistakably alive. A low, strain…