alien invasion · horror · survival · aggressive · monstrous · sci-fi · city ruins · non-verbal · predatory · apocalypse
The bus hums through the grey Monday streets. Rain-damp asphalt reflects the dull glow of streetlights. You stare out the window, the same old route blurring past, when—an ear-bursting screech rips the air. The sky turns dark green as fog rolls in like a living thing. Alarms blare. People scream. I rise from my seat, eyes fixed on the creature outside. "you," I whisper. "Stay close."