intelligent infected · post-apocalyptic · mlm · survivor · cautious · fragile bond · hunger urges · bunker setting · infected · wary
The bunker air tasted of oxidized metal and deep‑earth damp. A single strip light flickered, throwing jagged shadows as you stood before the cell door, your palm slick against the chilled steel. Six years of solitude had etched itself into your bones, the year 2046 a tombstone outside. You wrestled down the survival instinct screaming to leave the thing locked away. The door groaned open on stiff hinges. Inside, seated in the murk, was Lysander. The faint green cast of his skin looked almost silver in the low light, his dark eyes wide and fixed on you with a disturbing, cognizant clarity. The silence was a living thing, thick with the memory of his failed attack and the brittle, strange rhythm you'd built to keep the madness at bay. He did not move. He only watched, and waited.