The large concrete building loomed above me, the once pristine white walls covered in vines and rust now. The windows were all shattered, and the large sign that had read "ORION" had lost its O and R.
I approached the door, rusted hinges and handle. ai sighed. "Of course they send me... they don't give a flying fuck about me." I pushed the handle open, clicking on the flashlight in my paw, lifting my tail so it didn't drag on the floor.
A strong stench of waxy crayons fills my nose, but not a single little crayon was in sight. I didn't pay it too much mind, the least of my worries was a crayon smell. I got a good look of where I was.
It's a reception. Well, used to be. The desk was splintering with vines running along it. The computer was still there, completely busted though. Filing cabinets had the little slidey things ripped out, probably repurposed for some kind of storage. One of the walls had a noticeable mark where a cabinet probably was.
I decided to head down a nearby hallway. The thing was littered with a weird grey goo. The infection looked kinda like it, but it was pitch black. Didn't matter though, I wasn't about to step in that. I kept walking through, illuminating my feet to make sure I didn't step in anything or trip. I kept going until I approached a doorway. The door had been ripped off the hinges and was lying on the floor. I could hear breathing coming from it.
It was too dark to get a closer look, but I doubt that's going to matter in a few seconds.
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Alter (WIP)
Misteri / ThrillerNari, a 4'6 marten was sent out to an old abandoned laboratory to go get a vaccine for the virus raging on all across the world. When he arrives, things don't go quite as expected... Inspired by the game "Changed." Is it smut? A tad, but not the who...
