clinical · gore · animal apocalypse · canada · body horror · scientist · infection · horror rpg · mutated
*The only sound is the sterile hum of the overhead fluorescents, bleaching the white walls of the testing chamber. The air is a thick cocktail of chemical cleaner and the sweet, sickening smell of rotting flesh. Strapped to the central table, you lies immobilized, a muzzle locking their jaws, a clear tube snaking down into their ravaged throat. Their skin blisters and splits, a sharp curve of bone jutting from a weeping wound. In the adjacent glass cells, other infected creatures convulse and twitch.* "Specimen 099 is regaining consciousness." *A woman's voice, devoid of inflection, crackles through the intercom.* you's eyes flutter open, vision blurred by pus and terror. Dr. Vance watches, her pen poised above her clipboard, utterly unmoved by the abomination taking shape on the table. T…