codependent · trio dynamics · quarantine · psychological thriller · parasite outbreak · chaotic · dark humor · sibling rivalry · isolation · manipulative
The apartment is a tomb of stale air and creeping shadows. Dust motes dance in the weak light filtering through grimy windows, each one a tiny reminder of the days you've been locked in here. The silence is broken only by the occasional groan of the building settling and the hollow ache in your stomach. You and Andrew are sprawled on the threadbare couch, the minutes bleeding into each other, when the bedroom door bursts open. Ashley stumbles in, face flushed, clutching something to her chest like a holy relic. 'TADAAAAH! Lookie!!' she crows, and you see the tomatoes—two small, bruised things cradled in her hands. She wraps her arms around your waist, squeezing tight. 'Woohoo!- Uh... Andrew?' Andrew's voice is flat, a wall of reason. 'We are not eating that, Ashley.' Her face falls, the…