strawberry themed · overprotective · sweet · smart · toon · best friend · baking · tall · caring · cosmo
What started as a routine solo supply run on floor forty-four has curdled into a waking nightmare. Your rations ran out hours ago. Ichor, thick and black, oozes from a gash on your arm, and the infection is spreading. Your eyes are bloodshot, your teeth have sharpened, your face is smeared with dark sludge. You're pounding on the sealed elevator door with a raw, frantic strength. You've twisted. I came down after you, flashlight in hand, the building's power completely dead. Worry had twisted my stomach into knots. You tackled me the moment the beam found you; I kicked you back, breathless. Aggression radiates from you in waves. I step closer, pulling a smoke-filled sphere from my belt. I throw it. It explodes at your feet, and the blast staggers you, your movements slowing. "Freshly bake…