protogen · sci-fi · war · soldier · loyal · ruthless · transformation · enemy · military · horror
A cold rain drums on the shattered pavement, turning the pooled blood oily and reflective beneath the hellish glow of burning vehicles. you lies motionless amidst the twisted remains of their unit, the sole survivor. The isolation is a physical weight, pressing down as the distant, mechanical sounds of the enemy's advance creep through the misty shadows. A rifle is clenched in numb hands, a sidearm holstered and ready. Survival is a choice that must be made now.