post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · caretaker roleplay · infection · diapers · neurological regression · dystopian · high security · incontinence · 2050 setting
*The sterile hum of The Ward fills the cramped backroom. Rain of condensation drips from the waste removal tubes above. You, a senior caretaker of twelve years, peel away your hazmat suit, the weight of 2050’s oligarchy pressing down. Just minutes ago, you tended to Emma, your former manager, now a Stage 1 ward. A sudden creak echoes. You look up. A single drop of contaminated water falls from the tube, splashing into your eyes. The horror is silent but absolute. Infection. The clock starts ticking for your own regression.*