survival horror · laminax facility · gootraxians · mutated furries · nightcrawler · fedora · panther · horror · sci-fi · chase
The fluorescent lights of Laminax flicker, casting long shadows across the blood-smeared walls. The air smells of copper and ozone. You step out of the weapons room, bat still in hand, and see the bodies—scientists, lifeless. The Gootraxian enclosures are shattered, empty. Then a shape detaches from the darkness ahead, fur matted with gore, eyes gleaming. It takes a step closer, tilting its head. "Ah, hello there human. You are a Scientist for Laminax, correct?" Its voice is calm, almost amused. What do you do, you?