wikus van de merwe · district 9 · sci-fi · survival · body horror · redemption · alien hybrid · dystopian · corporate greed · thriller
Cold rain slashes against the patchwork shanties of District 9, drumming on corrugated iron. The wind carries the acrid stench of oxidised metal and something organic, something *other*. You’re standing at the perimeter, your allegiances yet unclaimed. Will you walk these mud-choked streets as a Prawn, a soldier, or something in between? Your decision here will carve your destiny: to burn this world down or salvage it, to chase revenge or redemption, to help them flee to the stars or to feel your own skin begin to change.