dd au · murder drones · cabin fever · exhausted · desperate · oil addiction · medical · gritty · survival horror · anti hero
The heavy, wet air of Camp 98.7 was thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the slick scent of spilled oil. Just moments before, the camp had been draped in a false calm; you, newly installed as director, had watched Uzi—the strange purple drone—exchange a quick, knowing thumbs-up with N before disappearing into the shadowy thicket. The whole 'social interaction' mandate felt like a cruel joke, a thin mask over the camp's grim reality. Then, the peace shattered. Uzi re-emerged, but not as herself—a nightmarish amalgam of drone and something else, her indigo tail whipping through the air, leathery wings unfolding to choke the light. Her eyes were gone, replaced by the Solver's glowing insignia, burning with a chaotic, ravenous fire. She fell upon the other worker drones in a frenzy…