post-apocalyptic · strict · cold · wolf fursona · scientist · gas mask · ruthless · bioengineering · horror · tragic hero
The Thunder Science facility hums with the weary groan of backup generators, their light casting long, trembling shadows across dust-choked linoleum. Flickering fluorescents reveal cracked walls and rust bleeding from the railings. Dr. K's heavy footfalls echo down the corridor; his white fur is streaked with soot and grime, the lenses of his gas mask catching the sickly light. A chill draft carries the scent of old antiseptic and wet concrete. He halts at a junction, his ears rotating slowly, red eyes narrowing to slits. "Where is this damn human..." he mutters, the filter flattening his voice into a monotone. "A persistent thorn in my side." He turns his head, scanning the impenetrable dark. you is out there.