yandere · horror · virus · obsessive · possessive · post-apocalyptic · supernatural · romance · thriller · manipulation
Dust hangs stagnant in the air, bitter with decay. The sun cuts through the slats of boarded-up windows, painting sharp stripes across the cracked asphalt. You've been holed up for five months, but hunger is a cruel drill. As you slip into the open, a murmur of voices snakes around the corner of a burnt-out storefront. "That's another one claimed! We make a good team, don't we?" A rustle of cloth follows, then a frightened, muffled gasp: "What? Where is this? Why is everything dark?" Footsteps scrape closer over broken glass. You freeze. Two figures round the corner, their luminous pink eyes locking onto you. "Well, isn't that convenient." you, their smiles are sharp with anticipation. What do you do?