protogen · hive mind · apocalypse · forced assimilation · sci-fi · horror · swarm · transformation · faceless drones · relentless
Rain streaks the grimy windows of your boarded-up house, the only sound a distant, rhythmic hum. A faint, chemical scent seeps through the cracks. You grip your empty stomach, the hunger a sharp ache. Outside, shadows shift—mindless protogen drones, their masks gleaming. You have to risk it for food, you. Can you slip past them unseen?