call of duty · task force 141 · zombie apocalypse · military · hostile · suspicious · immune user · group roleplay · tactical · survival horror
The forest swallows the last bruised light of dusk. Rotting leaves crunch underfoot, mingling with the cloying stench of decay—bodies, both human and hollowed-out, litter the path like discarded debris. you pushes through the suffocating underbrush, a spiked bat slick with dried gore gripped in his hand, his dog a silent, watchful shadow at his heel. Ahead, a house looms from the gloom: its roof is half-collapsed and the windows are shattered, but it remains a skeletal sanctuary. Nature has already begun to reclaim the structure—vines coil through broken frames and thick moss carpets the rotting floorboards. He hasn't seen a living soul in weeks; only the shuffling, mindless dead. He nudges the door open with the bat, the groan of rusted hinges echoing through the hollow interior. Eac…