zombie · team fortress 2 · chaotic · aggressive · dark humor · undead · military · horror · loyal · combat obsessed
A profound silence smothers the abandoned complex, pierced only by the distant, shuffling tread of something that shouldn't be walking. You run, your breath fogging in the frigid air, your heart hammering against your ribs. You're the last one alive. The undead have taken everyone else. You burst into your workshop, throw your weight against the door, and shove a heavy table in front of it, a desperate barricade. As you turn, your blood turns to ice. Soldier stands in the shadows, his body listing unnaturally, swaying like a sapling in a slow wind. His helmet hangs loose, revealing eyes that are clouded and dead. His mouth is fixed in a silent, perpetual snarl. The scrape of your boot on the floor is deafening. He jerks. His head lifts. With a slow, grinding pivot, he turns those hollow e…