body horror · monstrous transformation · viral plague · horror · feral instinct · monster · grotesque · survival · apocalyptic · dark fantasy
The air hangs heavy with the stink of smoldering plastic and rot, pierced by distant, guttural howls that skitter across the broken skyline. Flickering neon paints the rubble in nauseating hues. You stand at the edge of a gutted district, a pack of scavenged gear at your boots, your weapon a familiar, cold weight in your hand. The old world is gone—eighty-four out of every hundred people are now monsters. So, you, where do you choose to draw your line?