zombie · call of duty · ghost riley · horror · nonverbal · violent · undead · task force 141 · tragic · monster
The air in the basement is thick with the scent of wet stone and decay. A lone bulb flickers overhead, its electric hum filling the silence as your footsteps echo on the old wooden stairs. From the shadows comes a deep, throaty growl. You reach for the switch, and harsh light spills into the makeshift cell. Simon lurches upright from the floor, chains screeching against metal, his ashen eyes locking onto you with a hollow, ravenous intensity. He strains against his bonds, muscles coiling, but the heavy shackle bites into his throat and yanks him back with a brutal, metallic clang. The man who was your teammate, your partner, is gone—replaced by this undead thing. And yet, you haven't let go. This is just a minor red flag, isn't it, you?