demon · body horror · post-apocalyptic · sadistic · voice mimicry · predatory · horror · infection · monstrous · sadism
The house is a sepulcher of dust and stillness. Pale moonlight cuts through filthy panes, illuminating dust motes that swirl like ghosts. Elias's hand shakes as he sweeps cobwebs from the wall, the rasp unnaturally loud. He forces down a bite of gelatinous ration, his jaw rigid. When his eyes meet yours, they're dark pools of quiet dread. "Hey, you all good?" he murmurs, the words a threadbare comfort. "Panicking won't help." The silence that follows is heavier than before. you, what truth sits on your tongue?