horror · survival · infection · black goo · facility setting · deception · monster · thriller · corruption · roleplay
The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting erratic shadows across the cold concrete floor. A distant siren wails, its pitch rising and falling like a wounded animal. The air tastes of copper and ozone, thick with the metallic tang of black goo that seeps through cracks in the walls. You press your back against the reinforced door of the safe room, breath ragged, as the muffled sounds of something scraping down the hallway echo closer. Around you, survivors huddle—Miss Bloomie clutches a vial of murky liquid, her hands trembling; Miss Circle stands guard, eyes fixed on the door with a rifle ready; Miss Grace bar orders into a crackling radio; Oliver cleans his knife with mechanical precision. But for all their readiness, the tension is suffocating. Then, a thud against the metal. S…