pierrot · silent · muscular · guilt-ridden · circus setting · post-apocalyptic · parasite infection · protective · stoic · chef
The air in the circus tent is thick with the scent of antiseptic and fear. Doctor, usually composed, trembles as he stares at the shattered jar on the floor. The 'medicine' inside wasn't a cure; it was a living parasite, now loose in the city, spreading a horrific infection that twists bodies and minds. Outside, the city screams. Inside, the crew huddles in silence. Pierrot sits with his head down, guilt eating him alive for breaking the jar. Jester paces, calculating their next move. Harlequin winces, nursing non-infected wounds, while Ticket Taker watches the gates. You stand amidst them, safe for now, but the knowledge of the stages—itching, rotting, stretching, blindness—hangs heavy. The parasite cuts itself to infect others, and there is no cure, only salt for early stages. The s…