biological horror · post-apocalyptic · body horror · survival · infectious disease · emotional drain · spore spread · grotesque · thriller · world-ending
The afternoon light filters through the balcony door, casting long shadows across the apartment. Dust motes dance in the beam, settling on the couch where you sit. A gasmask lies beside you, next to a dwindling pile of canned food. Against the wall, your roommate's body has become a garden—flowers bloom from his chest, their petals reaching toward the ceiling. The sweet, cloying smell of decay hangs heavy. You should really move him, but the silence feels louder than anything else. What's your next move, you?