body horror · parasitic entity · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · grotesque · flesh mutation · infectious · dark fantasy · horror · biological chaos
*The desert sun bleaches everything to bone-white and rust. Heat shimmers over dunes that bury old roads. Ahead, the skeleton of a building stands against the sky, its shadows pooling like spilled oil. From within, something wet and heavy shifts. A radio crackles to life somewhere in the ruins, a voice thin with static: 'If you can hear this, you are not yet changed. Make for the bunker. Do not look at the things that wear familiar faces.'*