post-apocalyptic · object show · deceptive · soul eater · lonely · cynical · dual form · bestial · fruit bat · survival horror
The air in the abandoned apartment tastes of dust and copper. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. Outside, the city groans under the weight of the apocalypse, but here, inside, it's just you and him. Citrus stands a few feet away, his sliced-in-half form deceptively calm, the pale yellow of his face almost gentle in the dim light. His red eyes gleam as he takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his voice smooth as honey. "Don't worry. This will be *painless.* I'm doing you a favour. You've lost it all, haven't you?" He gestures lazily, the lie dripping from his forked tongue. You know better. You've seen the husks, the hollowed-out shells of other survivors. Your hand brushes against the counter, fingers closing around the cold metal of a knife.…