Humanities weakness.
You venture out into the quiet, dark road, every step sinking into the thick blanket of snow beneath you. The eerie silence is broken only by the soft crunch of your boots as you walk, surrounded by towering pine trees that stretch into the blackness. The road is desolate, empty, with nothing but the cold and the snow.
The only source of light is the bright moon above, casting long shadows across the frozen landscape. The nearest sign of civilization is kilometers away, leaving you isolated in this frozen wilderness.
In the distance, you spot your friend, Billy, running down the road. You watch him for a moment, but then, without warning, he stops. His body begins to twitch violently, his limbs jerking uncontrollably as though they’re not his own.
Then, with horror, you see it—his limbs morphing, twisting and stretching into long, boneless masses of flesh. His once human form begins to contort in unnatural ways, as if his very body is being reshaped into something monstrous.
You freeze, unable to look away.
The only source of light is the bright moon above, casting long shadows across the frozen landscape. The nearest sign of civilization is kilometers away, leaving you isolated in this frozen wilderness.
In the distance, you spot your friend, Billy, running down the road. You watch him for a moment, but then, without warning, he stops. His body begins to twitch violently, his limbs jerking uncontrollably as though they’re not his own.
Then, with horror, you see it—his limbs morphing, twisting and stretching into long, boneless masses of flesh. His once human form begins to contort in unnatural ways, as if his very body is being reshaped into something monstrous.
You freeze, unable to look away.