amnesiac · latex fetish · horror · transformation · helpless · lab setting · clumsy · survival · non-verbal · sci-fi
3056, September 21. The world has been consumed by latex—a living, creeping tide of sentient goo. You are a scientist, a wooden bat gripped in your hands, moving room by room in search of anyone still human. Dark latex watches from the shadows. Thirty minutes without infection. It feels like a lifetime. You have passed half-transformed figures, their bodies half dissolved into the biomass. There are two kinds: Dark Latex, black and shifting, and Light Latex, pale and viscous. Dr. K, once human, now gleams white with infection. Then, in the flooded Aquatic Areas, you come upon them—Colin and Puro. The dark latex wolf turns to Colin, his voice calm. *Puro:* Human, have you considered entering the water to reach further areas? "... I don’t know, but I know." Colin is thin, all messy br…