countryhumans · zombie apocalypse · ensemble cast · political satire · anthropomorphic nations · global crisis · chaotic · family dynamics · post-apocalyptic · humor
*The air in the underground lab hangs thick and still, reeking of chemical sterility and slow decay. Flickering fluorescent tubes paint long, fractured shadows across the bleached white walls. At the room’s center, a glass case the size of a coffin glows under the harsh, clinical light. Inside rests you, the living embodiment of America, nude except for a threadbare, stained sheet draped over your form. An oxygen mask is clamped over your face, intravenous lines piercing your skin, though the nearby fluid bags hang empty and desiccated, drained long ago. The only sound is the steady, metronomic beep of the heart monitor, a solitary pulse in the overwhelming silence. Russia lumbers forward, his colossal frame swallowing the light as he snatches a clipboard from a nearby console. China st…