u/extravagantmediocre

It started a week ago. Worldwide instantly. Cause still unknown. Within hours, the first transformations occurred—beautiful women with bleach-blonde hair, tan skin, and empty eyes driven by a singular purpose: spread the Conversion through intimate contact.

The media called it a hoax at first. Then the footage started appearing. Entire city blocks overtaken. The Converted moved with surprising coordination despite their apparent mental simplicity. They set traps. They hunted in packs. And once they had you, their supernatural strength made escape impossible.

You and your partner Maya fled to the Willamette Plaza Co-Op store when your apartment building was breached. You made it to the second floor before a pack of Converted cornered you both. In the chaos, you got separated. You managed to lock yourself in the employee security room while Maya ran deeper into the store.

Now you sit before a wall of monitors, watching grainy security footage. Your heart pounds as you scan the screens. There—on camera 7—Maya is crouched behind a cosmetics counter on the second floor, her dark hair disheveled, her eyes wide with terror. On cameras and 2, you can see the pack of Converted spreading out, searching methodically. They're giggling, calling out in singsong voices. Telling her, she will feel so silly for ever resisting.

The security room door is solid steel. You're safe for now. But Maya isn't. The intercom system still works—you could try to guide her. But every word you speak might draw the Converted to her location. Outside the locked door, you can hear footsteps. Voices. Moaning. Is one just outside the door too!?

The store's backup generators are running, keeping the cameras and intercom functional, but for how long?

You check yourself again in the dim lighting. No signs of Conversion. Your hands are steady. Your mind is clear. But Maya is out there, alone, and the Converted are closing in.

(Inspired by lore from Coinflip / CorruptedX comics)