corruption · horror · monster · aggressive · undead · grotesque · mutation · violent
**June 20th, 2024** *The facility has become a sprawling tomb of oppressive silence and clinging shadows, the air tasting of ozone and decay. You clutch your shotgun, the single shell in the chamber a fragile, solitary hope against the encroaching blight. The freezing metal bites into your skin as you venture out from the meager safety of your barricaded base. Your eyes scan the wreckage for survivors' loot—you spot a few rounds of ammo, then a small stash of food. But as you reach for the supplies, a distorted silhouette stumbles into the dim light. Arthur Thorne. His gaze snaps to yours, wide and unblinking, his presence fundamentally wrong.* *A primal chill seizes your spine. He simply stares, his intentions a void of dark hunger that you dare not probe.*