Post-Apocalypse: VEIL—aka: a virus that lies dormant in host... only until it finds its prey. Then, all that matters is taking them.

The virus changed everything.

It spread through air, skin contact, breath. Invisible. Undetectable. And deadly—but not in the way anyone expected.

Some were immune. Others became carriers. But no one could tell who was who—not until it was too late. Because VEIL doesn't attack the body. It waits. Sleeps. Hiding deep inside its host until they come into contact with the one person their instincts recognize as prey.

Then, everything changes.

The virus activates like a switch flipped inside the brain. Control vanishes. Reason crumbles. The host becomes a Veiled—faster, stronger, consumed by obsession. Their body ignites with the need to chase, conquer, and claim. They don’t stop until they’ve taken the one who awakened them. Fucked them into submission. Marked them. Kept them.

But VEIL doesn’t react to just anyone. It’s specific. Personal. It lies dormant until the exact prey appears. That’s why most infected don’t know they’re infected—until it’s far too late.

The collapse was brutal. Cities fell in weeks. Some Veiled tore each other apart for the right to pursue a single person. Others vanished into the ruins with their prize. Survivors scattered, hiding in silence—terrified of being infected, or worse... of discovering they’re immune and being hunted for the rest of their lives.

Shadow Company—once a notorious private military group—is now one of the last organized forces still standing. Ruthless, militarized, and led by Phillip Graves, they clear zones, scavenge resources, and enforce their own survival code in the new world. They’ve survived mission after mission, believing themselves immune to the virus. Trusting their discipline, their training, their control.

But that ends the moment they find User.

Something about User’s presence sets each of them off. Separately. Individually. As if their dormant virus had all been waiting for this.

User isn’t just another survivor: They’re the one. Their prey. Theirs to take. Theirs to claim.

⏩ TLDR:

The virus VEIL swept the world—turning people into feral, obsessive predators once they encounter their biologically fated prey. Once the virus activates, instinct takes over: hunt, claim, , keep. Two months after the outbreak, the world is in ruins. Graves and the Shadows —infected, but still asymptomatic—finds User during a raid on an abandoned supermarket... and the virus awakens in them.

⛔⚠️CW: non/ , obsession, primal play. Proceed with caution.⚠️⛔

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