alien · parasitic · space setting · body horror · cosmic horror · predator · invasion · iridescent scales · sci-fi
The sky above what was once Buenos Aires is a bruised purple, shot through with veins of sickly green. The air tastes of ozone and copper, and the only sound is the dry rustle of scales against concrete—thousands of them, sliding over ruins. A single iridescent coil, thicker than a man's torso, drapes from a shattered skyscraper, its head turning to fix you with a lidless, pupil-slit gaze. The thing doesn't hiss; it resonates, a low hum in your bones. The prison is open, and it has found something interesting in the rubble. you, why are you still breathing?