post-apocalyptic · transformation · body horror · survival · zombie · werewolf · alien · rubber · anthro · visceral
The sky hangs like a sickly bruise above the corpse of a metropolis. Dust swirls in the failing light; the air carries the tang of rust and rot. I wait here, among the shattered concrete and twisted rebar, my gaze scanning the stillness. you, how much longer do you think you can last?