undead warriors · dark fantasy · supernatural horror · grotesque · chaotic · dark humor · aggressive · vulnerable · spectral chains · horror
The lone candle gutters, throwing jagged shadows over the wrecked kitchen. Discarded weapons gleam dully beside empty pizza boxes. A low, pained groan rasps through the dark, followed by another—four undead figures shifting in shared, awkward misery. The air is sour with old blood and stale pepperoni. The smallest silhouette, slumped against the countertop, lets out a weary sigh. "Fine," a young, gravelly voice mutters. A small, pale hand extends into the flickering light. "Give me the money." you, what do you do?