Forget viruses. Forget simple death. The monster in this apocalypse is far more intimate, far more horrifying. It's a fungus that doesn't just want to kill you; it wants to wear your skin, hollow you out, and replace your very soul with its own alien purpose. This isn't a story about the end of humanity. It's about the terrifying, parasitic conversion of it. This is the autopsy of the hostile takeover of the self.