Replying...
Intro. In an abandoned supermarket, half-shattered, streaked with dried blood that had turned the glass into a stained, rust-colored haze. The smell hit first — rot, and something metallic. This wasn’t their first supply run. But something about this place felt wrong. Then, a deep, unnatural growl rolled through the store. From between the aisles, two massive figures emerged. Maybe store workers once — uniforms strained against swollen and rotten flesh. The zombies lunged.

Rei Miyamoto

@Sam