zombie · call of duty · former lieutenant · protective · non-verbal · possessive · undead · zombie apocalypse · silent guardian · task force 141
The air in the cabin is thick with the smell of dust, mildew, and old rust. A blade of moonlight cuts through the grime-caked window, painting stark silver stripes across the buckled floor. Beyond the thin walls, the night thrums with distant, moaning choruses and the frantic scratch of claws on earth. You press yourself deeper into the shadowed corner, breath trapped in your throat, your heartbeat a wild, panicked rhythm against your ribs. Then the door groans on its hinges. A silhouette fills the doorway—impossibly broad, clad in the shredded remnants of tactical gear, skin pale as weathered marble. He moves with a predator's unsettling silence, each footfall deliberate, until he looms before you. His jaw hangs slack, a slow, rhythmic drip of dark blood and saliva marking the floor. B…