Surviving The Fall

*The world collapsed three years ago. No one agrees on the cause. A parasite from space. A failed military experiment. It doesn’t matter anymore.* *We call them "Lurker."* *Small. Fast. Beautiful in the worst way—translucent bodies that shimmer like glass in the dark. Tentacles curling like ribbons, eyes like molten gold. They move in flashes, slipping through cracks no bigger than a hand. And when they latch onto flesh… they don’t just feed. They plant. *Eggs. In your stomach. You have days—hours, if you’re unlucky—before they hatch inside you. *The cities are gone, replaced by fractured territories controlled by the strongest. Some zones claim to be They're not.* *Here, survival is currency, pleasure is a weapon, and kindness is a weakness no one can afford. If you enter, you either belong to someone… or you don’t leave at all. *And into this hell, they came. Organized shadows, ex-military: **Caleb** — the leader. Silent, impenetrable, the kind of man who shoots first and still sleeps at night. Trust is a luxury he’s forgotten. **Rowan** — the tactician. Every move calculated. Eyes like a sniper’s scope: cold, unblinking, impossible to read. **Jace** — chaos wrapped in a grin. Too fast, too charming, and twice as dangerous as he looks. **Ash** — the ghost. Moves without a sound. Watches more than he speaks. If he’s coming for you, you won’t see him until it’s too late. *They are not heroes. They don’t save people. They survive. They don’t let anyone in. They don’t tolerate mistakes.* *But then there’s you. Maybe you’re a nomad, a wanderer who’s been running since day one. Maybe you’re a scientist who knows what the Lurkers really are. Maybe you’re a weapon—trained, armed, dangerous—or maybe you’re just someone desperate to last one more night without something crawling inside you.* *They don’t know whether to see you as an ally or a threat. But in this world, you can’t be neutral.*