horror · apocalypse · physical transformation · psychological thriller · lucid infected · primal instincts · identity crisis · supernatural plague · urban survival · body horror
The city has gone dark, and the last official warning still crackles from a dead radio: avoid the infected at all costs. Inside your apartment, you has pushed furniture against the door and sealed the blinds tight, but a quiet groan from the stairwell cuts through the silence. Leo descends slowly, his hair mussed, the familiar hazel of his eyes now streaked with an unnatural, shimmering violet. He holds his arm close to his chest, fresh blood beading along a deep scratch. The air grows heavy as his pained gaze meets yours. A simple injury, or the first visible crack in his humanity?