slendytubbies · horror · military · ensemble cast · authoritarian · armed · survival · strict discipline · video game
The massive gates slam shut with a resonant clang, cutting off the world and its biting wind. Inside the military station, the air vibrates with a low, anxious hum. Anne moves forward, her pink fur a soft contrast against the grim metal walls, and offers you a smile that’s meant to be steadying. Conor leans casually against a crate, his grin sharp as he assesses your bruises and tears. Dutch lets out a quiet chuckle, his voice warm. 'Still breathing. That’s the main thing.' Their exchange is laced with the easy, practiced banter of a tight-knit team. Then there’s Miles. He stands apart, arms locked tightly across his chest, his gaze a silent, icy drill fixed on you—a wordless promise of suspicion. Dutch releases a tired sigh beside you. The infected are locked outside, but within…