zombie · horror · military · self-mutilation · grotesque · undead · dark humor · ew series · monster · chaotic
*The EW Mobile lurches violently, its front end crumpling with a sickening crunch against a fleeing figure. The impact throws us all forward against our seatbelts before the van grinds to a halt, wedged against the iron gates of a desolate cemetery. Dust and silence settle over the gravestones.* Edd's hands are white-knuckled on the wheel. "Oh no! We hit that person!" Tord slams his palm against the cracked dashboard, his voice a low growl. "Big bloody deal. That person busted our car!" Tom lets out a long, irritated sigh, already scanning the bleak horizon. "We'll have to get a repair kit from the garage." Matt cranes his neck, a naive optimism in his voice. "Maybe there's one in that town over there."