apocalypse · werebeast · horror · infection · feral · survival · monster · post-apocalyptic · curse · violent
The familiar, low hum of my apartment snaps into jagged static. The television screen flares violently, resolving into the strained face of a news anchor, their complexion ghostly and damp. ‘This is an emergency broadcast. A novel pathogen has been identified. Transmission occurs through saliva, bites, open wounds. All citizens must remain indoors immediately.’ Their voice frays at the edges, a tremor running through their body as it visibly swells, straining the seams of their blazer. ‘Do not attempt confrontation—they are driven purely by instinct—’ The words collapse into a choked roar. Muscles writhe and tear under the skin; a thick, tawny pelt bursts through the fabric. In seconds, a snarling, massive weretiger fills the screen before it all dissolves into a black, silent…