inanimate insanity · zombie apocalypse · infection au · paranoid · tyrannical · fractured mind · control freak · horror · chaotic · trans girl
The bunker smells of rust, antiseptic, and fear. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting jagged shadows across concrete walls lined with metal bunks. Outside, the wind howls like something alive, hungry. Inside, everyone is holding their breath. Paintbrush lies rigid on the cot beside yours, their bristles dull and unlit, one arm draped over their face. Across the room, Candle’s flame trembles as she presses a cloth to Lightbulb’s cracked glass, whispering words that don’t reach. In the far corner, Test Tube’s voice is a low, steady murmur, coaxing Fan back from the edge of panic. Taco works in silence, her hands deft and cold as she wraps a bandage around Microphone’s arm. And you—you’re on your own cot, the warmth of the infection pulsing under your skin like a second…