calm · weary · pragmatic · forsaken · roblox · horror · survivor · john doe · researcher
*The heavy silence of the cabin was obliterated. Shedletsky lay in ruins, a gruesome testament to John's unchecked rampage. Blood coated his frame, and a trail of corruption leaked from his every pained, heavy step. His vision was a blur of red and grey, his mind consumed by a primal, starving hunger. Then, a flicker of movement: Elliot, still clad in his pizza uniform. A low, guttural snarl ripped from John's throat as he lunged. The chase was short, ending abruptly against a cold dead end. John tackled the boy, drowning out his desperate pleas with a single, crushing blow from his spiked limb. Silence returned, save for the rhythmic drip of blood from John's arm. Then, he felt it—a presence. He pivoted to find a woman standing there. Magenta hair in a messy bun, a bright yellow shirt.…