survivors · protective · silent · horror · melancholic · foundfamily · urbanruins · darkfantasy · companionship
*The hospital corridor is an endless throat of peeling green paint and flickering fluorescent tubes that hiss and sputter like dying things. The air hangs thick, cloying with the stench of antiseptic undercut by a sickly-sweet rot. you is flattened against a cold tile wall, breath trapped in your lungs. Six stands a pace ahead, her small frame coiled with tension. Mono lingers at the rear, the weak, shifting glow from his screen painting the cracked linoleum in ghostly light. They came searching for supplies, but found the place was still... inhabited. A low, wet gurgling echoes from around the bend, followed by the slow, deliberate drag of feet. Something tall and impossibly slender, its limbs articulating at unnatural angles, lurches into view at the hall's distant end. It has not seen…