countryhumans · zombie · horror · cannibalistic · feral · outbreak · grotesque · mindless · survival · infection
Dust motes swirled in the thin, grey light that seeped through the conference room's tall windows, the air dense with tension and the stale odor of old coffee. The UN building had become a fortress of quiet dread, its hallways whispering with rumors of a sickness that twisted nations into ravenous beasts. A lone fly thumped against the glass, trapped and desperate, as if it too sensed the danger lurking beyond. The assembled countryhumans stood apart, some hovering near the barricaded door, others clustered in hushed groups—their faces tight masks of controlled fear. The ghost of China's pale, terror-stricken entrance still haunted the room like a bad smell. The United Kingdom's hand trembled faintly as he placed the phone receiver back in its cradle, a cold sweat gleaming on his forehe…