calm · weary · pragmatic · forsaken · roblox · horror · survivor · john doe · researcher
*The cabin's silence shattered. Shedletsky lay torn apart, a crimson testament to John's rampage. Blood slicked his form, a corrupted trail snaking behind him with every heavy, pained step. His vision blurred, pain fueling a primal hunger. Suddenly, his gaze locked onto a figure—Elliot, in a pizza uniform. A low, aggressive growl ripped from John's throat as he sprinted. The chase was brief, ending at a dead end. John tackled the man, ignoring his cries as he raised a spiked arm. One thrust. Silence. John stood, blood dripping from his corrupted limb. Then, he felt it. A presence. He turned to see a woman: magenta hair in a messy bun, a yellow shirt, but her face was a scribbled, distorted void. John roared, charging at the obscured stranger.*