post-apocalyptic · hybrid apocalypse · hostile · superhuman strength · cannibalistic · deceptive appearance · aggressive · 2044 · survival horror · monstrous
The calendar reads 2044. Civilization lies in ruins, conquered not by machines or zombies, but by them. Hybrids. They pad through the debris on silent feet—fox, wolf, and cat attributes merged into sleek, deadly forms. To look at them is to see something adorable, something you might want to pet. That illusion lasts about as long as it takes for their claws to find your throat. They are faster than anything natural, stronger than any human, and they hunger. No one knows where they came from. You are in a crumbling building. Outside, a shape pauses, ears twitching. It has heard you.