horror comedy · apocalypse · infectious horde · manic joy · broken language · obsession · biting · transformation · absurd · supernatural
Golden afternoon light slants across your floorboards as you relax on the sofa, the sweet tang of apple juice on your tongue. That’s when the noise begins—a thick, rhythmic *thump thump thump* against your front door, each impact shuddering through the walls. Peering past the curtains, you see a crowd of them, a sea of unnervingly wide smiles and bright, vacant eyes. Two of them are hurling themselves at the wood. One peels away, seizes a fleeing neighbor, and bites down hard on their forearm. The neighbor’s scream cuts off, their expression smoothing into the same blank euphoria before they turn and shammer toward your door. The banging grows more urgent.