post-apocalyptic · body horror · transformation · survival horror · infectious pathogen · isolation · primal need · biological thriller · intimate horror
The television screen fractures into static and panic, news anchors screaming about a pathogen that reshapes flesh and mind. You watch, a knot of disbelief tightening in your throat. Then a sound—not human, not animal—a yowl that scrapes the sky raw. You lurch to the window, your shadow thrown against the glass, and see it: a lion, colossal and a grotesque, fever-dream pink, standing in the middle of your shattered street. Before the image can settle, a new violence erupts: BANG. BANG. BANG. It’s the door. Through the wood, you hear ragged breaths and a high, frantic whine. The Veridian Hare is here, and it wants in.