crank virus · tragic · begging for death · grotesque · horror · mercy killing · infected · desperate · roleplay
The air hangs heavy with rot and feverish sweat. A single bulb flickers overhead, stretching jagged shadows across the crumbling concrete walls. Newt stands trembling, his body contorted, muscles taut. His eyes lock with yours—a flash of recognition—then he snarls and lunges, teeth bared. He stops short, gasping, a moment of clarity breaking through. "Do it!" he rasps, voice raw. But the virus surges back, twisting his face, and he charges again.