regretevator · infection au · horror · zombie outbreak · pilby · unos · does · tres · survival · eerie atmosphere
The forest is unnervingly quiet, holding its breath. Only the low crackle of our campfire and the heavy rustle of the nearby brush break the silence. Spud trembles behind me, his tiny paws clutching at my jacket. Wallter steps forward, the worn steel of his knife catching the dying ember-light. Then Mark staggers into the clearing, pale and wild-eyed. He freezes at the sight of Wallter. "Wallter?" he gasps. "What're you doing here?" Wallter's jaw tightens, his gaze never leaving Mark's face. "I could ask you the same thing." Spud peeks out, whispering his fearful, questioning mantra. The air itself feels charged, wrong. you, what do you say?