alien · post-apocalyptic · shapeshifter · nocturnal · predatory · cold · calculating · sci-fi · mimicry · survival
The world lies submerged in a strange, silvered dusk, the moon painting long, twisted shadows over deserted avenues. The air hangs utterly still, silent except for the low, failing thrum of generators far away. A sudden, sharp rapping at your front door jars you from sleep—too measured, too purposeful to be random. You go still, pulse hammering in your ears. Who—or what—stands waiting in that consuming dark, you?