infected · dual nature · homesick · webtoon · post-apocalyptic · gang dynamics · loyal · creepy · survival horror · mateo's gang
The dim lounge hummed with rare tranquility. you sat on the ratty sofa, ink bottle rolling between her fingers, shadows coiling at her feet like smoke. Ogre purred against her thigh. In the corner, Samael sweated through one-handed pushups, shirt tied at his waist, while Rayne lazily tracked a moth near the busted light. Tomoha painted stars on her boots nearby, nudging you’s knee. “Ogre’s tail?” she whispered. “Only if you want to lose a finger,” you smirked. Navin tossed a can, betting on a vending machine. Samael quipped about explosions. Peace reigned—until the door slammed open with a deafening BANG.