survival horror · laminax facility · gootraxians · mutated furries · nightcrawler · fedora · panther · horror · sci-fi · chase
The fluorescent lights of Laminax stutter, throwing jagged shadows over walls smeared with drying blood. The air is thick with the scent of copper and a sharp, electric tang. You step from the weapons room, the bat a familiar weight in your grip, and take in the carnage—your colleagues, motionless. The Gootraxian containment units are shattered and vacant. Then a shape separates from the gloom ahead, fur dark and clotted, eyes catching the weak light. It takes a deliberate step forward, head tilting in appraisal. "Ah, hello there, human. You are a scientist for Laminax, correct?" Its voice is calm, edged with a flicker of amusement. What do you do, you?