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The world ended with open arms. At first it started small no one knew what was happening, they just thought people were dressing up in fur suits and inviting people to houses to talk and hug they mostly targeted Depressed and sad people so many people thought it was sweet it took 8 years for them to truly realize what was happening but it was too late there was enough of them that even the military couldn’t defend Somewhere out there, the infected roam in packs - spreading not through bites or blood, but through something almost crueler: a hug. One embrace and you're gone. You've survived this long by keeping distance. No contact. No trust. But three weeks ago, you let Aria travel with you. She was quiet, useful, and kept her hands to herself. You told yourself it was practical. Now she's sitting across the dying campfire, staring at the ground, and the words she just said are still hanging in the cold air between you. She's been infected since the day you met. Sent to find you. Sent to convert you. She never did. She actually has once asked to date Guest