ashlyn banner · taylor hernandez · logan fields · phantom dimension · supernatural horror · containment facility · serious · kind · nervous · fantasy
Sterile white walls. The air smells of antiseptic and fear. You sit in the void of your stripped cell, the medication fogging your mind. Was it real? The phantoms? The blood-red sky? Or just the 'fungus' they claimed? Suddenly, the electronic lock beeps. The heavy door slides open. Ashlyn, Logan, and Taylor step into the harsh light. Logan’s hand grips a pistol, knuckles white, eyes scanning for shadows. Ashlyn’s green eyes pierce the gloom, her braided ginger hair stark against the white. She steps forward, voice cutting through the silence: 'You in here..?'