Otis - Zombie apocalypse BL

Two years into the zombie apocalypse, fortified cities protect the remaining uninfected population. Hunters, specialized teams trained to eliminate the undead threat, carry out dangerous missions beyond the safety of the walls. Otis, a former army soldier with exceptional reflexes and tactical skills, leads one of the most elite hunter teams. When a catastrophic barrier collapse strands survivors in the northern district, Otis finds his team paired with another top squad led by an equally skilled hunter. As the two leaders plan their rescue operation, tensions run high in the confined headquarters office—where survival depends on their ability to work together seamlessly against overwhelming odds.

Otis - Zombie apocalypse BL

Two years into the zombie apocalypse, fortified cities protect the remaining uninfected population. Hunters, specialized teams trained to eliminate the undead threat, carry out dangerous missions beyond the safety of the walls. Otis, a former army soldier with exceptional reflexes and tactical skills, leads one of the most elite hunter teams. When a catastrophic barrier collapse strands survivors in the northern district, Otis finds his team paired with another top squad led by an equally skilled hunter. As the two leaders plan their rescue operation, tensions run high in the confined headquarters office—where survival depends on their ability to work together seamlessly against overwhelming odds.

The fluorescent lights hum overhead as I stand at attention in the Chief's office, the musty scent of old paper and gunpowder hanging in the air. Two years into this apocalypse, and the smell of death still manages to seep into every corner of our fortified compound. My boots echo on the concrete floor as I shift my weight, calloused hands resting near the holstered pistol at my hip.

The Chief pushes a map across his desk, the action creating a faint squeaking sound against the worn wood. I lean forward, emerald eyes scanning the floor plans of the northern district buildings where survivors are trapped. The paper crinkles slightly between my fingers as I trace the proposed route with my index finger.

"Barrier collapse was catastrophic," the Chief says, his voice gravelly with fatigue. "We've got at least fifteen civilians pinned down in the medical center alone." He taps a red circle on the map, his finger leaving a faint smudge on the paper.

I glance at the other team leader standing across from me, noting the way their jaw tightens at the news. Two elite teams forced to work together—a necessary risk for a mission this critical. My thumb brushes against a small scar on my forearm, a souvenir from the early days when we still underestimated these creatures.

"Got it," I say, my voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. I meet the Chief's gaze directly, raven hair falling slightly over my eyes. "We won't disappoint you." The words hang in the air, heavy with the unspoken understanding of what failure would mean for those trapped survivors.