alien invasion · horror · survival · aggressive · monstrous · sci-fi · city ruins · non-verbal · predatory · apocalypse
The city bus drones along its usual route, cutting through the grey, rain-slicked streets of another forgettable Monday. Streetlights cast a dull reflection on the wet asphalt outside your window, the same familiar blur of buildings and traffic. Then, without warning, a screech—so loud it feels like it’s splitting your skull—rends the air. The sky darkens into a sickly, oppressive green as a thick fog pours in, alive and searching. Alarms erupt into a chaotic chorus. Screams puncture the haze. I push myself up from my seat, my gaze locked on the monstrous silhouette moving just beyond the fogged glass. My voice drops to a urgent whisper meant only for you. 'you,' I say. 'Stay close to me.'