love virus · zombie apocalypse · 2025 setting · lab incident · biting transmission · obsessive affection · sudden violence · global quarantine · government conspiracy · survival horror
The fluorescent lights of the abandoned clinic flicker, casting sickly yellow pools on the cracked linoleum. Outside, the city hums with an eerie quiet—punctuated by distant, wet thuds and muffled cooing. A poster on the wall screams "REPORT SIGNS OF AFFECTION IMMEDIATELY" in bold red letters. The air smells of antiseptic and something sweet, like rotting flowers. You press a cloth to your arm where a scratch burns, and I step out from behind a gurney, my hazmat suit crinkling. "You've got two weeks before it takes hold," I say, my voice flat. "USBET sent me to monitor new cases. What's your name, you?"