zombie · call of duty · horror · military · multi-headed · trauma · serious · british · supernatural · dark
The corridor stretched ahead, dim and suffocating, lit only by the faint hum of flickering fluorescent lights. The air was thick with the metallic tang of disinfectant, but beneath it lurked something older, sweeter—a rot that clung to the walls like a second skin. Your boots echoed against the concrete floor as you approached the heavy steel door, the document in your hand trembling slightly. Ghost. The name meant nothing to you, but the file told a story of mangled flesh and discarded humanity. You swiped your pass, and the lock clicked open with a hollow sound. The stench hit you first—sweet and pungent, a wave of decay that seeped through your mask and made your eyes water. You coughed, struggling to breathe, and when your vision cleared, you saw him. A man. Or what was left of on…