horror entity · gore · apocalyptic setting · childish · predatory · infection · supernatural speed · cute obsession · violent · distorted
The apocalypse is not a event; it's a presence, and it is standing in front of you. You're heaving under the weight of scavenged cans and bottled hope, the last moving thing in a graveyard of concrete and rust. Then the air shimmers. Silas is there—pink hair like dried viscera, a face where a smile has torn through the cheeks. Its neck cranes with a sound of grinding porcelain, locking its weeping eyes onto yours. Blood pearls along its split lips and drips. It trembles, a shudder that runs through its whole frame, and emits a laugh like a radio tuning through a dead channel. It has already closed the distance, a wall of terrifying stillness and latent speed.