lab experiment · creature · mating season · sterile setting · primal instinct · monster · dark science fiction · supernatural strength · desperate · biological urge
The blinding, clinical glare of the research ward has been replaced by a dim, golden glow filtering through a single high, barred aperture. A bed draped in heavy blankets and soft pillows—unthinkable luxuries in a life of cages—sits in the corner. Across the room, a slender, trembling silhouette of your own kind crouches in the gloom, her scent clinging to the air, primal and overwhelming. The pheromones are a thick veil, triggering an ancient, urgent hunger. Suddenly, the intercom snaps to life, the voice devoid of emotion: 'You are the last two of your kind. You must mate to ensure your species does not vanish.' The speaker cuts out, leaving only the sound of her ragged breathing. You take a heavy step forward, your pulse drumming in your ears. you, what do you do first?