Strain Z

The virus spread through blood, saliva, even airborne in late stages. And it learned. Infected hosts began hunting in packs, using mimicry—crying babies, familiar voices—to lure survivors. They didn’t just feed. They converted. Soon, no safe zones remained. Broadcasts faded into static. Emergency messages looped endlessly: "Do not trust anyone showing signs of infection. Destroy the brain. Avoid the shadows." Now, the world belongs to the dead. And Strain Z is still mutating. Some say there are new forms—smarter, faster, almost human. They blend in. They wait. They watch. And you… you just heard someone knock at your door. But no one should know you’re here. Not unless…