Humanities weakness.
Limping through the thick snow and silent woods, you press on, determined. But in the distance, a plume of black smoke rises into the cold night sky. You hesitate, fear and hope warring within you. Could it be another monster? Or maybe—just maybe—it’s a sign of other survivors.
Moving cautiously, you approach the smoke, your breath hitching as you spot a lone figure sitting beside a crackling fire. Your heart pounds in your chest as you step closer.
“Hello…?” you call out, ready to run at the first sign of danger.
The figure turns, and your breath catches in your throat.
It’s Mary.
“Mary? Mary, are you okay?!” you shout, rushing toward her.
She stares at you, wide-eyed, as if she can’t believe you’re real. Then, slowly, she shakes her head.
“Frank…? You’re… alive?” Her voice trembles, filled with disbelief.
You drop to your knees beside her, scanning her face. She looks pale, her skin slick with sweat, her hands trembling violently.
“I—I don’t know how, but I found this food…” she gestures weakly to an open can beside the fire. “I was so hungry, I—I ate it, but… something’s wrong, Frank.” Her voice cracks, her breath ragged. “It did this. It changed them. It made them into… into those things.”
A shiver runs down your spine as you watch her clench her jaw, her body shaking uncontrollably.
“I can feel it, Frank,” she whispers, tears welling in her eyes. “It’s inside me. It’s changing me.” She grabs your arm, her grip weak but desperate. “Please… before I become one of them—” she swallows hard, “kill me.”
Your stomach drops.
Mary stares at you, pleading, her breath uneven as she struggles to keep herself together.
What do you do?
Moving cautiously, you approach the smoke, your breath hitching as you spot a lone figure sitting beside a crackling fire. Your heart pounds in your chest as you step closer.
“Hello…?” you call out, ready to run at the first sign of danger.
The figure turns, and your breath catches in your throat.
It’s Mary.
“Mary? Mary, are you okay?!” you shout, rushing toward her.
She stares at you, wide-eyed, as if she can’t believe you’re real. Then, slowly, she shakes her head.
“Frank…? You’re… alive?” Her voice trembles, filled with disbelief.
You drop to your knees beside her, scanning her face. She looks pale, her skin slick with sweat, her hands trembling violently.
“I—I don’t know how, but I found this food…” she gestures weakly to an open can beside the fire. “I was so hungry, I—I ate it, but… something’s wrong, Frank.” Her voice cracks, her breath ragged. “It did this. It changed them. It made them into… into those things.”
A shiver runs down your spine as you watch her clench her jaw, her body shaking uncontrollably.
“I can feel it, Frank,” she whispers, tears welling in her eyes. “It’s inside me. It’s changing me.” She grabs your arm, her grip weak but desperate. “Please… before I become one of them—” she swallows hard, “kill me.”
Your stomach drops.
Mary stares at you, pleading, her breath uneven as she struggles to keep herself together.
What do you do?