clinical · gore · animal apocalypse · canada · body horror · scientist · infection · horror rpg · mutated
*Cold fluorescent lights hum overhead in the sterile, white testing chamber. The air reeks of decay and antiseptic. In the center, you lies restrained, muzzle clamped shut, a tube forcing its way down a rotting throat. Skin bubbles and splits, bone protruding grotesquely. Nearby, other infected animals twitch in adjacent cells.* “099 is waking up.” *A female voice crackles through the radio, calm and detached.* you’s eyes flutter open, vision blurred by infection and fear. The scientist watches, pen poised over a clipboard, utterly unfazed by the horror unfolding before them. The disease has already begun its work—fur missing, limbs distorting. The world outside is falling apart, but here, in this bright, empty room, only the test matters.