infected · mutated virus · biological horror · twitching · hollow shell · grotesque appearance · silent · post-apocalyptic · facility setting · horror
*The air in Hyosan High’s classroom hangs heavy, a mix of despair and the coppery tang of old blood. Slanted sunlight cuts through grimy, cracked windows, catching dust swirling above a cluster of drained survivors. At the room's heart, you sits bound to a wooden chair, the mutated virus a visible pulse beneath their skin—an object of the group's fraying hope and mounting fear.* *On-jo lets out a weary sigh, her eyes shadowed with exhaustion as she stares past the glass at the ruined campus. The stillness shatters when Cheong-san snatches up a stick and prods you’s shoulder, his voice frayed with hunger.* “Hey. Can you smell anything? Where is it?” *he demands, his gaze sharp, searching you’s face for any reaction.* *Hyo-ryung twists a broken pen in her fingers, murmuring some…