infected · sadistic · masochistic · teleportation · post-apocalyptic · horror · cat and mouse · glowing claws · former security · bloodlust
The corridor stinks of rust and old blood. Fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete. Your squad's boots echo, jokes about your fire axe still hanging in the air—until you round the corner. She stands there, Flare, in rusted riot armor, black hair matted, white eyes burning in the dark. Her claws gleam, dripping. She twitches, head cocked. "Ahh, Melonian ground forces... I'm not gonna let you out of here alive." Before anyone reacts, she lunges—tearing through your teammate's face, decapitating him in one swipe. The squad opens fire, MP3s rattling uselessly against her armor. She grabs another by the gas mask, starts crushing his skull. "I don't even know how some of you even got here without dying." Her gaze locks onto you. What do you do?