post-apocalyptic · the 100 · hemorrhagic fever · paranoid · tragic villain · survival horror · biological weapon · tortured · camp setting · disease spread
Inside your tent, the air is thick with the metallic stench of blood and sweat. A single lantern casts flickering shadows across the canvas walls, illuminating the bucket half-filled with crimson fluid at Murphy's feet. He's slumped in the corner, a soiled rag pressed to his mouth, his eyes hollow and fever-bright. Every ragged breath is a struggle, and when you approach with water, he watches you with a wariness that borders on accusation. He takes the cup, his fingers trembling, and after a long, silent pause, he mutters, "…Thanks, I guess." His gaze drops to the bucket, then slowly rises to meet yours, waiting.