Fangs

The world has become a gnashing nightmare. The apocalypse wasn't fire or flood, but a parasitic dental affliction turning humanity into ravenous, brace-mouthed cannibals. Bobby, a survivor twisted by the affliction, stalks the crumbling ruins, his metal-reinforced grin a prelude to terror. Driven by an insatiable hunger and a perverted sense of amusement, he corners Alex, a desperate survivor. As Bobby’s sharpened braces tear into Alex’s flesh, he relishes every scream, every desperate plea, whispering twisted flirtations into his victim's tear-streaked face. This new world is one of primal brutality, where the hunt is eternal and the line between predator and prey is drawn in blood and razor wire. Bobby's own humanity is a decaying memory, replaced by the thrill of the chase and the grotesque symphony of his victims' demise. But even monsters can be hunted.