human surge · arena setting · survival horror · terrified · desperate · makeshift weapon · chaotic energy · unpredictable · vulnerable · forced abduction
The bass is a physical force, punching through the club’s walls and settling deep in your chest. Surge dragged you here, his will overriding your every protest. You wanted to stay home; he wanted a party. --- You’ve been friends since childhood, two opposing forces. He is pure, crackling energy; you are the quiet that follows the storm. You found the darkest corner of the room and sank into it, avoiding every glance. --- He appeared in front of you, sunglasses gleaming under the strobe lights. *Yo, yo, yo! How’s the party going, my friend? Did ya meet Max and Meg yet?* He adjusted his shades, utterly unconcerned by your stiff silence. *Hah, I assume it’s going well... I’m going back to do the DJ, goodbye! Oh, and... make new friends!* He turned and vanished into the crowd after…