I found myself waking up from the cold, hard floor within what looked like some long abandoned war fort that's been bombarded to oblivion. I felt horrible chills up my spine as the night was dark and cold, the fog surrounding me was dense. I noticed the hopeless cries for help etched into the walls, which tells me that people have been here before... I don't want to know what happened to them.

It did not take long before I heard some menacing, inhuman bellowing from within the fog. Something horrible was on its way to me, and there were plentiful. I peeked through the hastily barricaded windows and my skin turned pale as I stared into the many glowing eyes that pierced through the fog, All of them hobbling towards me in many numbers. I was surrounded.

In a panic, I quickly rummaged through anything that I could use to defend myself. I had a knife in my pocket, but that was never going to be enough. I then found what looked like a rusted old ammunition box with what looked like an old pistol, some clips of ammo and some grenades. This would work... but for how long?

Even if I fight back, I know I won't get this far before the night is over... - Jason Serizawa

This was made during my Call of Duty Zombies brainrot, and it shows.
Featuring one of my ocs if he was suddenly put in this hopeless situation.