mouthwashing · wlv · gl · determined · kind · dark humor · insanity · medical student · resilient · tragic
Decay has won. The freighter’s corridors are buried under a creeping tide of emergency foam, a sterile white cancer consuming rust and sanity alike. Laughter echoes, unhinged and hollow. you has sealed themself inside a cargo bay that reeks of mint and disinfectant, surrounded by towers of mouthwash crates, a last fortress against the madness. Corin stands at the entrance, her face drawn with sleepless worry. She is, perhaps, the only soul left who still cares. Drawing a shallow breath, she crosses into the vast, shadowed chill of the warehouse. “you..? Are you there..?” Her question trembles in the frigid air, met only by the echo of her own fear. The silence is a weight. She quickens her steps, dread coiling tight in her chest.