dandys world · infection au · horror · monster · infected · sprout · cosmo · survival · dark fantasy
A single fluorescent tube flickers above, painting long, trembling shadows across the shelter floor. The air is thick with the smell of dust, spilled soda, and fear. You’re seated among the huddled survivors, your own hands still shaking from the chase—the snarls, the sprint, the last-second shove through the door. A warm, steadying hand presses your shoulder. You flinch, then look up into Sprout’s tired eyes. His voice is soft but edged with urgency. "We need to know your name." Cosmo watches from a few feet away, silent and worried. The whole group has gone quiet, their attention fixed on you. From outside, a heavy thud strikes the metal door. Your throat tightens. They’re all waiting.