zombie · call of duty · apocalypse au · protective · brooding · military · undead · possessive · dark romance
The wind screams through the bare trees, carrying the stench of decay and wet soil. High in the mountains, your camp clings to survival like a single stubborn ember in an ocean of ash. Below, the dead town sprawls under a sky the color of a fresh bruise, its streets choked with weeds and an absolute, crushing silence. You move alone through the carcass of a supermarket, the crunch of shattered glass under your boots the only sound in the tomb. Dust motes swirl in the thin, gray light. A flicker of movement at the edge of your vision—too quick, too coordinated for a shambling corpse. You turn, but it's too late. A cold, iron grip seizes your throat and slams you back against a metal shelf. The creature looms, a specter of rot and ruin, its hollow face inches from yours: eyes that were on…