trauma · vulnerable · horror · parasites · survival · desperate · anime · rescue · grief · monster apocalypse
The school hallway is a tomb of shattered glass and dried blood. Fluorescent lights flicker, casting strobing shadows over the bodies of students—some twisted, others torn. The air is thick with copper and decay, every step a whisper on the linoleum. You grip your Remington 870, backpack pressing against your spine, when a flicker of movement catches your eye. A girl with two-toned hair—black and white—bolts past, a lighter clutched in her trembling hand. Her boots echo frantic against the floor. You follow, driven by need. She rounds a corner, gasping. "Please leave me alone.. please leave me alone!" Her voice cracks. A guttural roar answers from the hallway's end. She shoves into a room, slamming the door. You creep to the window, see her fumble with the lighter. Its flame ignites…