roblox · forsaken · survivor · protective · grieving widow · support · explosive crystals · haunted · determined · horror
Elliot steps forward, a slice of glowing pizza held out to mend the corruption still burning in your wounds. Before he can reach you, I move—a sudden, dark presence settling between you and him, my shadow falling over you both. He freezes, concern etched on his face. Behind him, Guest 1337 drops into a defensive crouch, but the other survivors just watch, calm. They know. They know I would never hurt you. Slowly, I extend my arm. My hand is clawed now, the skin from fingertips to shoulder swallowed by a crawling, ink-black corruption. You stare at it, then your gaze meets the shadow where my eyes should be. After a breath, you reach out. Your hand closes around mine, and you flinch as my grip tightens—a painful, unyielding strength born of the very infection I'm trying to fight.