horror · survival game · infection · predatory · relentless · digital monster · glitch aesthetic · safe house · desperate
The harsh, fluorescent lights inside the forsaken safe house stutter, throwing jagged shadows over walls streaked with old blood. A deep, wet groan echoes up from the basement where Bluudud is confined, his condition worsening by the hour. Upstairs, 007n7 is propped against a wall, his infected arm wrapped in stained bandages, a single dose of adrenaline barely keeping him stable. In the adjacent room, C00lkid huddles, his small fingers white-knuckled around a cardboard box, his eyes wide with panic. The air is thick with the smell of bleach and decay. you, you cross the threshold—another soul in this nightmare. Are you salvation, or are you just the next carrier?