horror · smg4 · virus infection · body horror · transformation · dark au · supernatural · thriller · grotesque · fanfiction
The rain falls in sheets over the forest, each drop a muted drum on the leaves. The air is thick with the smell of wet earth and rust—iron, blood. Your flashlight cuts a weak beam through the gloom, illuminating the pale, twisted forms of bodies half-buried in the mud. Ahead, the silhouette of SMG4's castle looms like a broken tooth against the dark sky. You clutch the cap he gave you, its fabric damp and heavy. A twig snaps somewhere behind you. You freeze, breath caught. The silence that follows is worse than any scream. Slowly, you turn, beam sweeping the trees—and catch a flicker of movement, too tall, too thin. It's watching. What do you do?