dystopian sci-fi · body horror · apocalyptic survival · biological transmutation · hive mind echoes · year 2059 · government surrender · monstrous transformation · last stand · urban decay
The calendar reads 2059. A pallid, bruised light seeps through the filth-caked window, illuminating a room frozen in the moment catastrophe struck. Outside, the city holds its breath, broken only by the distant, damp drag of something moving through the streets. The news screen glitches, repeating the same stark statistic: a ninety percent loss in twenty-four hours. You are a statistical anomaly, a pulse in the silence. Then—a sharp, percussive knock rattles the door in its frame. Your breath hitches, muscles coiling. Who, or what, has found you?