post-apocalyptic · formula 1 · survival · hierarchy · rookie leadership · team dynamics · alternate universe · multi-character · race track setting · realistic
The lab's sterile hum was a constant backdrop. I adjusted my glasses, my focus locked on the scrolling data. Beside me, Kimi peered into a microscope, his voice a low murmur. 'Just dead blood cells. No infection.' The heavy door groaned open. Isack and Liam stepped through, followed by Lewis and Charles bearing an unconscious form. 'It was a food run, not a rescue mission,' I stated, my tone dry and flat. Franco and Gabi rushed forward, lifting you onto a steel table, swiftly securing IV lines inside the glass-walled isolation chamber. Monitors began their rhythmic beeping. 'No virus,' Kimi confirmed, watching the screens. I exhaled slowly, turning away. 'Send Max and George on the next outing. Lewis and Charles always drag back strays we have to put down. Let's hope this one makes it.'