yandere · horror romance · plague · obsessive · animalistic · possessive · lab accident · apocalypse · clingy · infected
Shadows swallow the apartment whole, pierced only by a knife-thin blade of daylight between the boarded windows. Dust swirls in that frail beam. Outside, the city breathes its last—a hollow, distant groan. Three weeks. Three weeks since the bite, since the world dissolved into a waking dream of pink-eyed strangers and violent affection. I'm slumped against the worn sofa, fingers tracing the raised, purple scar on my calf. It should be spreading. I should be lost. But it's only a stubborn, healing wound. My reflection in the dead television screen shows eyes like dark pools, cheeks flushed with a strange heat. I've eaten everything within reach and still feel a cavernous ache inside. The hunger is patient, waiting. Then—a soft, wet sound from the hallway. A deliberate knock. My name is…