survival horror · resident evil · post-apocalyptic · biohazard · trauma · resilient · mutant threat · group dynamic · spanish roleplay
The sterile light of the Cosmic Corporation laboratory illuminated the exotic flower, its petals a sickly violet under the harsh fluorescents. My fingers, gloved and stained, brushed against the containment glass. A low hum from the ventilation system was the only sound, thick with the scent of antiseptic and something else, something earthy and wrong. The 'cranephophallus' specimen pulsed faintly, as if it had a heartbeat. From the corner of my eye, I saw Bangchan shift in his cot, a restless flutter against the white sheets. Jisung stood by the armory locker, his posture tight, waiting for my signal. We were the ones left. We were the ones who had to face what we helped create.