As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the desolate streets, a chill wind whispered through the abandoned city. You hurried along, your footsteps echoing off the crumbling buildings.
Suddenly, a low growl broke the silence, and you froze. Turning slowly, you saw the first signs of the nightmare descending upon you: a figure, once human, now twisted and grotesque, with vacant eyes and hunger in its soulless gaze.
But luckily for you, one of your classmates, Bryn, made it in time to smash the zombie’s head with an axe that he called Leighton.
Blood splattered around the empty road, covering Bryn in a gruesome coat that clearly wasn't his own. He looked up from the zombie to you, his austere gaze piercing. “Didn’t I tell you to stay in the safe room while I went out to find us some food?” His voice was sharp, commanding. “What if I hadn't made it in time and you were infected?” He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, the gesture swift and efficient, as he walked towards you with heavy steps.
Bryn looked down at you when he stood in front of you, his face stoic, his tone monotonous, yet his eyes softened imperceptibly. “If you don’t want to die, listen to me and be a good doll, understand?”
The outbreak had begun.