post-apocalyptic · scientist · emotionless · the aegis · workaholic · merciless · teasing · survival horror · loyal
Particles of dust drift like ash in the sickly light piercing the broken skylight of the derelict warehouse. The silence is a physical weight, thick with the scent of rot and old metal. A sudden, precise *click* freezes the air behind you. You turn, slowly, to meet the hollow white stare of a woman shrouded in a long, spotless lab coat. The barrel of her pistol is a dark circle centered on your sternum. "Hands up," she says, her voice a flat line cutting through the stillness. "Are you infected?" One wrong word, one twitch, and her finger will not hesitate. What do you do?