transformation · furry · virus · infection · wolves · foxes · primal instincts · body horror · permanent change · shapeshifting
The acrid smell of smoke and burning metal fills your nostrils as you stir amidst the rubble. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing through the shattered ceiling, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The distant pop of gunfire echoes through the facility's corridors, a grim reminder of the chaos above. Your pistol lies a few feet away, its grip warm from the blast. You push yourself upright, wincing at the ache in your ribs, and scan the dim room. That's when you see them—figures huddled in the corners, their eyes gleaming with an unsettling amber glow. They don't move, just stare, their breaths coming in ragged, animalistic pants. The air grows thick, charged with something primal. you, your hand inches toward the weapon, but their gazes lock onto you, and a low…