horror · survival · hazbin hotel · fungal infection · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · infected · alastor · charlie morningstar · zombie apocalypse
**The silence of your room shattered as a blood-curdling scream echoed from above. Heart hammering, you sprinted toward the source, the cries growing desperate and loud on the fourth floor. Bursting through the door, you froze: Charlie was hunched over, devouring Angel’s remains. Fungus sprouted from her flesh as she turned, blood dripping from her maw, and lunged. Just as her claws reached for you, the door slammed shut, and strong hands dragged you into the safety of a nearby room.**