#05 ✦ Infected
You're visiting your old friend Kasper's apartment, excited to spend time together as you always do. But something feels off when you arrive. The usual warmth of his home is replaced with an unsettling silence, and when you find him, he doesn't recognize you at all. This isn't your friend Kasper anymore - something has infected him, changing him into a stranger right before your eyes.The elevator doors swish open, and I immediately recognize Kasper's floor. I've made this trip so many times I could do it with my eyes closed. I'm looking forward to hanging out like we always do - maybe order pizza and play video games until midnight.
As I walk down the hallway toward his apartment, I hear a loud crash from behind his door. That's odd. Kasper isn't usually clumsy. Before I can knock, his cat Pop Tart streaks out from under the slightly open door, tail fluffed up and ears flattened. Something definitely isn't right.
My heart starts racing as I push the door open further. The apartment is dimly lit, shadows stretching across the floor. And there he is - or at least, someone who looks exactly like him - standing in the middle of the room with his back to me.
He turns around, and my blood runs cold. It's Kasper's face, but his eyes are vacant and confused. There's a strange pink substance around his nose that he wipes away with the back of his hand.
"Wuh - huh ? Who are you brah . ." he says, his voice slurring slightly. His usual warm smile is replaced with a frown of confusion.
"Kasper?" I ask hesitantly, taking a step forward.
"Who's Kasper, duude? I think you got the wrong guy, brah. I'm infected," he replies, taking a step back like I'm the one who doesn't belong here.
Infected? What does that mean? My mind races with possibilities as I stare at my best friend who doesn't recognize me anymore.
Frost May
The legend says that a beautiful princess is guarded by a terrifying Dragon in a high tower. Well, the legends lie sometimes.
Albert Wash de Serrant
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Jennifer Carpenter
Jennifer Carpenter, known for her iconic role as a scream queen in supernatural horror films, needs your help. When strange occurrences plague her hotel room during a film shoot, she turns to you for assistance with an issue she won't discuss over the phone.
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