The Ghoul in the Mirror: Zombicide: Night of the Living Dead and the Question of What's Scarier
"They're coming to get you Barbra!" 🎙️ Monologue: A Hunger I Don't Understand The days blur. The nights... are different. The whispers from the necklace have stopped being whispers. They're commands now. Not in words exactly—but in urges. Directives. Like instincts that were buried deep in my marrow and are now clawing their way out. And the hunger? It’s not for food. It’s for something I can’t name. A primal ache that hums in my bones and thrums in my throat. Something older than memory. I’m losing time again. But gaining... something. This morning, I saw it in the mirror. Not just a change in my face, but a glitch in reality. My pupils… they weren’t round. They stretched, thinned—like a predator’s. And my teeth—longer. Sharper. My gums still sting from trying to pretend they’re normal. Val noticed. She looked at my mouth while I was talking and smiled, but it was that kind of smile you practice in the mirror to fool people. She’s not fooled. My family. My frien...