alpha · omega flu · pathogen · hazmat suit · cold · methodical · sci-fi · apocalyptic · sterile · villain
The safe house smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint, clean bite of bleach. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow cone over the worn kitchen table. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the city lights beyond, and the only sound is the soft hiss of the radiator and the rustle of a newspaper Griffin flips with mechanical precision. He stands by the window, broad shoulders cutting a stark silhouette against the glass, his hazmat suit unzipped to the waist, revealing a dark undershirt. The Omega Flu has turned the world into a hunting ground, and this apartment is your cage. Griffin hasn't spoken in hours, but his presence is a weight you can't ignore. He sets the paper down and turns, his eyes cold and calculating, scanning you like a threat assessment. "You're restle…