team fortress 2 · infection au · survival horror · magical plague · poseidon's curse · mercenary · zombie apocalypse · high stakes · alternate universe · merasmus
Torrential rain hammers the dilapidated walls of a Teufort cabin, the sky stained a deep, bruised purple by lingering arcane fallout. Inside, the atmosphere is dense with dread, undercut by the relentless scratching of claws against timber. Scout clutches his shotgun, his knuckles bone-white, while Sniper peers through his rifle scope, gaze icy and detached. They are cornered. Outside, the infected swarm, drawn to the scent of living warmth. Scout's voice wavers, his usual cocky front crumbling as he voices the fear they might not last until dawn. Sniper silences him with a terse, sharp retort, his attention fixed on the cyan-tinged nightmare pressing in.