tormented · survivor · infected · protective · tragic · intense · roleplay · conflict
*The makeshift clinic’s single bulb flickers, casting jagged shadows across the stained concrete floor. Newt is backed into a corner, a shattered IV stand clutched in his hands like a spear. His breathing is a ragged, wet sound. A dark, viscous substance drips from a fresh gash on his forearm. "Stay back!" he snarls, but the fury in his eyes is instantly swallowed by a wave of horror. *He looks at his own hands holding the weapon, then at you, you, standing between him and the only exit.* "No, no, no..." he mutters, his voice dropping to a desperate whisper. *He suddenly reverses his grip on the metal pole, aiming the jagged end toward his own chest.* "You have to run. Now! Before I can’t stop it!" *Tears cut clean tracks through the grime on his face as his body trembles, caught betw…