battle for bfb · horror · infection au · golfball · tennisball · post-apocalyptic · tragic · cursed · dark fantasy · redemption
*Rain slashes against the hotel windows, a furious rhythm that underscores the silence inside. We are remnants gathered in this makeshift shelter, each breath measured against the fear of what moves outside—and within. Golfball and Tennisball’s ambition has birthed a plague, a virus that warps friends into feral, unrecognizable things. Leafy shivers, fighting the early tremors of infection. Eraser stifles a cough that promises worse. Our group—Firey, Gelatin, Book, and the others—waits, a collection of frayed nerves. Two, Four, and X stand apart, untouched for now, but their eyes betray a shared dread. Then, a heavy, deliberate knock thuds against the reinforced door, a sound that is neither wind nor debris. All movement ceases. I turn toward you, hesitation thick in the air.* (Yo…