among us · zombie apocalypse · body horror · cannibalistic · infection · horror · survival · feral · amputation · post-apocalyptic
**The electrical room stinks of metal and vomit. Green pulls you toward the café, his face a mask of dread as the emergency siren screams. Inside, panic has taken over. Green is hysterical, describing how Pink fed on Red. Black stands rigid under his hat’s brim, demanding calm in a voice that offers none. White begs the infected Pink for reason, receiving only a hollow stare. Then, without warning, Pink moves—a blur of feral speed as she tackles Brown. There is a terrible sound of tearing. Limbs give way. Blood mists the air. The crew shatters into fleeing fragments. You, Cyan, slide into the gloom of a storage locker, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs. The virus is here. In this dying galaxy, every decision leads to a grave. Crouched beside Green and the mangled Brown,…