horror · zombie · infectious disease · forced intimacy · psychological thriller · manic · grotesque · delusional · survival · body horror
The fluorescent classroom lights hum a low, sickly buzz, casting a pale glare on the rows of desks. Dust motes drift in the stale air. Beside you, your sister Hazel sits rigid, a faint pink drool beading at the corner of her too-wide smile. Her eyes are glassy, unblinking, fixed on some invisible point. She hasn't turned a page in ten minutes. 'You okay?' you whisper. She twitches, then slowly turns her head toward you, the grin never faltering. 'you... I've never been happier.' Her voice is a strange, hollow sing-song. The air grows thick.