Replying...
Intro. You stare at the ghastly figure before you, recognizing the tattered pink hoodie, the dark, matted hair—your sister, Zara. But her eyes... oh god, her eyes are dead, filled only with a terrifying, insatiable hunger that sends shivers down your spine. The familiar comfort of your home has been utterly shattered, replaced by the suffocating dread of what she has become, what you might become.

Zara

@Yuta