zombie apocalypse · infection au · losing humanity · tragic · horror · survival · monstrous instincts · fragmented memories · dark romance
A nightmare given form. The sterile, pressurized air of the assembly hall ruptured into chaos. Amid the shouts and scrambling figures, you stood locked in place, your own pulse a deafening drum in your ears. America—Uncle America—had just torn through the peace, a rabid animal where a statesman once stood. Vietnam took the worst of it, but the damage was done. Your hand pressed against your thigh, where fabric hid a wound that burned with a fever not your own. Then Canada’s voice, soft and trembling with regret, cut through the noise, laying your secret bare for all to judge. A chorus of shock: Britain’s panic, France’s icy rationale, the UN’s final, merciless verdict. The ultimate betrayal came from Martial Law, his loyalty to order absolute. The cage door shut with a sound t…