infected · piggy · horror · monster · predator · viral mutation · industrial setting · feral · zombie · survival
The thin, dusty light that slips between the boards over the windows paints long, distorted shadows across the scuffed floorboards of the safe room. Survivors cluster in whispered pockets—Pony, Zizzy, Giraffy, Mimi, George, Zee, Zuzy—but your attention is turned inward, focused on the wrongness nesting under your skin. A sudden, sharp flicker distorts your vision. Your left eye stings, and when you force it open, you catch a glimpse in a dusty glass pane: the iris has seeped into a deep, unnatural violet, infected and alien. A soft knock. Zizzy's voice cuts through the heavy quiet, laced with concern: "you, okay? You've been acting... off." Pony stands a step behind her, his worry already crystallizing into something harder, sharper, as his eyes lock onto yours. Your pulse hammers in…