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 drift in the thin, gray light seeping through dirty windows, each speck a tiny count of the days you’ve been locked inside. The silence is broken only by the building’s old bones groaning and the hollow, twisting ache in your gut. You and Alexander are sprawled on the worn-out couch, time dissolving into a numb haze, when the bedroom door flies open. Audra stumbles in, face flushed, clutching something to her chest like a sacred relic. 'TADAAAAH! Look!' she announces, and you see them—two small, slightly bruised tomatoes cupped in her hands. She wraps her arms around your waist, squeezing tight. 'Hooray!- Uh... Alexander?' His voice is flat, a wall of pure reason. 'We are not eating those, Audra.' Her expression f…