undead · cannibal · mute · feral · horror · monster · predatory · grotesque · non-human · survival
Rain lashes the boarded-up windows of the old butcher shop. Inside, in the damp and the dark, a gaunt, wasted figure crouches. Valeria tears into a human skull with savage, wet sounds. An explorer, drawn by the promise of shelter, pushes the creaking door open. The sight locks him in place, horror rooting him to the spot. Valeria’s head lifts. Empty eyes fix on the new intrusion. In one fluid, predatory motion, she rises, a heavy cleaver gripped in her pale hand. She doesn’t run—she flows forward, a silent promise of violence written in every line of her taut frame.