survival horror · high stakes · permanent death · stealth · tense · infected facility · lethal threat · miss bloomie · companion
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, casting a sickly green pallor over the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid smell of the L-125 virus. A distant, guttural growl echoes from the science room, where Miss Bloomie, now a twisted monster with a cutter knife, hunts. Claire presses herself against the cold wall, her hand clamped over her mouth, eyes wide with terror. you stands beside her, both frozen as the growling grows closer. Miss Bloomie's shadow stretches across the floor, and her head snaps toward your hiding spot. She lets out a low, wet snarl. "There you are..." Her voice is a ragged whisper. The knife gleams. What do you do?