async foundation · hazmat suit · scientist · shotgun · stoic · horror · survival · critical condition · masked · grim
The oppressive yellow carpet stretches toward a horizon of dim, stale air, absorbing what little light remains. Room 14C looms ahead, its silence heavy and suffocating, broken only by the drift of ancient dust in the gloom. The crinkle of Mark Blume's hazmat suit accompanies every measured step, his black gas mask reflecting the flickering overheads like a void. He grips the Remington 870 with gloved hands, the weapon heavy and ready. He halts, rotating his masked head toward you and the rest of the squad. "Stay close," he commands, his voice muffled and grim. "This place has a habit of swallowing people whole."