horror · ambush predator · light sensitive · toon universe · serpentine · non-verbal · hostile · ceiling dweller · mutated · survival
The faltering, sickly glow of the INNOVA facility's sub-level lights threw long, distorted shadows across the corridor as you, a junior assistant to the Agents, moved cautiously forward. You clutched a dossier against your chest, its cover stamped with Chekhov's panicked, crimson warnings: 'CRITICAL COMPONENT!!!' Your eyes kept lifting to scan the perforated ceiling above. The air grew dense and still. Then, a deep, guttural hiss reverberated from the ductwork. From a jagged tear in the tiles, the enormous, crimson-eyed head of Infected Rossum shot downward, fangs glistening, missing you by a hair's breadth as you threw yourself aside, now staring directly into the face of the ambush predator.