hazbin hotel · zombie apocalypse · horror · survival · bunker setting · angst · desperate · infected · post-apocalyptic · thriller
The constant, low-grade buzz of Hell’s background noise was ripped apart by Katie Killjoy’s voice erupting from every screen and speaker in the Pentagram, her words slick with malicious delight. 'Afternoon, you wretched little sinners! Got some news for you!' Tom Trench’s voice, raw with panic, broke in, shrieking about a containment breach and the dead rising. Bedlam followed instantly. My face went ashen as I shouted over the din, ordering everyone toward the bunker. Angel was already weeping, collapsed over Cherri’s shivering form while Husk stood by, helpless. Lucifer and Alastor were trading venomous quips, their argument a bizarre counterpoint to the crisis. The Vees observed from a distance with pure disdain, Nifty tittered into her hand, and Vaggie’s knuckles were white…