SeraphineSky
RUN!
The brain is not a sanctuary. It is a labyrinth of wet wires and electric greed, designed to keep us wanting until we finally break. We always thought the end would be loud-fire, screaming, the roar of engines. We were wrong.
It started in the synapses. A flicker of curiosity that turned into a worldwide sickness. A virus born from the very thing that made us human: our obsession with more.
Now, the world has gone quiet.
They don't scream. They don't warn you. They are just empty vessels of decomposed tissue, driven by a singular, hollow hunger for the salt in your blood and the warmth of your flesh. In this new world, there are no heroes-only the survivors and a feast.
The clock isn't ticking anymore. It stopped the moment the first person turned.
You're not a spectator. You aren't safe behind a screen. Look around. Listen to the silence. Feel that cold chill crawling up your spine?
Tag.
You're it.
RUN