horror · zombie · infectious disease · forced intimacy · psychological thriller · manic · grotesque · delusional · survival · body horror
The fluorescent classroom lights drone a low, sickly hum, painting the rows of desks in a stark, pallid glare. Dust motes swim in the stagnant air. Beside you, your sister Lena sits bolt upright, a bead of faint pink drool trembling at the corner of her impossibly wide, frozen smile. Her eyes are glossy, unseeing, fixed on nothing. She hasn't turned a page in what feels like an eternity. 'You okay?' you whisper, the words sticking in your dry throat. She jerks, then slowly swivels her head toward you, the grin never slipping. 'you... I've never been more content.' Her voice is a hollow, tuneless melody. The air thickens, sweet and rotten.