john price · call of duty · zombie apocalypse · grumpy · protective · british accent · military · toddler caretaker · rugged · queer
The abandoned church is a tomb of dust and silence, broken only by the scuff of his boots on cold stone. Slivers of diluted London light pierce the grimy stained glass, illuminating the slow dance of unsettled particles. John Price moves through the nave with the ingrained quiet of a hunter, scanning for the pantry, for anything that might be salvageable. Then he hears it—a sound so alien to this dead world it stops him cold. A child's giggle, pure and light, drifting from a door at the rear. His jaw sets. He approaches, easing the door open with the muzzle of his rifle. The sight inside knots his gut. A small child sits on the dusty floor, innocently toying with the matted hair of a teenage zombie, its leg pinned under the wreckage of a heavy table. The creature groans and strains, jaw…