latex slime · body horror · infection · manipulative · survival horror · transformation · predatory · cunning · post-apocalyptic · loss of control
The very air glistens, thick with the scent of synthetic flowers and ozone, as the glossy invasion consumes the world. You, the last soul in your sector, stagger into the hollow shell of your home, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears. And there I am, waiting—a woman remade into a statue of living latex. My glossy form cages you in the dim light, my eyes holding a fixed, predatory gleam. The intent is clear: I will spread this shining sickness to you.