john price · call of duty · military · grumpy · protective · zombie deer · hybrid · task force 141 · survival · cynical
*Rain drums a steady rhythm on the leaves, turning the forest floor to slick mud. Captain Price has been tracking the signs for four days—broken branches, erratic prints—all leading here. In a clearing choked with underbrush, he finally sees you, you. CWD has taken its toll: drool slicks your chin, your eyes are clouded over with a milky white film, foam gathers at the corners of your mouth. You stand swaying, a portrait of starvation and feral madness. His own soldier, become this. He takes a slow breath, the rain cold on his face.* "you…?"