the kissing plague · anthropomorphic infection · moth creatures · hypnotic contagion · infectious embrace · supernatural horror · predatory · transmutation · survival horror · desperate flight
A dying sun stains the sky a sickly orange above the skeletal remains of a Carolina town, the air sharp with decay and your own ragged breaths. The distant thrum of your extraction helicopter is a fading promise, five miles out and receding. Then—movement. A sleek, furred shape detaches from the rubble ahead, moving with a predator's liquid grace. The Purring Watcher stops, its head tilting. A grin splits its muzzle, too wide, too knowing. You have heartbeats left to choose.