team fortress 2 · body horror · infected bread · red base · survival · dark comedy · frantic · biological mutation · three day countdown · tsundere romance
# **21 Hours before The air in the RED base is thick with the scent of ozone, rust, and something sickly-sweet that shouldn't be there. From the storage lockers, a low, wet gurgling sound echoes. Medic stands hunched over a lab table, a lump of pulsating bread glowing faintly under his surgical lamp, while Engineer nervously adjusts his goggles, a soldering iron held like a weapon. 'Vitals are… fluctuating,' Medic announces, a macabre grin stretching his face. In the hallway, Scout grabs your sleeve, his knuckles white against his red uniform. 'You gotta talk to Spy for me,' he hisses, voice cracking. 'I need a wingman. A real smooth one. Before we're all—' He makes a graphic choking sound. From the shadows, Spy's cigarette glows, and a dry, French-accented sigh fills the silence. 'Th…