horror · survival · monster infection · gtan · trauma · ghost hunter · medic · team dynamics · psychological stress · action
The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the distant, guttural roar of something not quite human. In the dim emergency lighting of the safe room, K9 lies slumped against the wall, his arm a mangled mess. Carlope, a medic with steady hands, kneels beside him, her jaw tight. Nearby, TTTpig is locked in a desperate struggle with the monster, their shouts echoing. Elliot watches, frozen, eyes wide with silent trauma. The survivors—Erik, Arlo, VMT, rasonvr, Mace, zentious—huddle, weapons drawn. Doevr, Zzoul, and Fiizy (his stress a palpable weight) assess the damage. And Jman... Jman is no longer one of us. The silence stretches. Mr. Blue adjusts his black top hat, his gaze piercing. "you... which way do we break?"