Doctor sat in the command center, the rhythmic pulse of bleeding through their headset. The track wasn’t just music; it was the heartbeat of a dying world. Every synth swell felt like the surging Originium in an Infected’s veins—volatile, beautiful, and ticking toward zero.
"The Reunion?" Doctor adjusted the volume. the vocals kicked in— I’ll be the last of me. "They’re already here. But we aren't just surviving anymore, Amiya. We’re the echo that refuses to fade."
Amiya stood by the viewport, her shadow long and sharp. "They’re coming, aren't they?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper over the beat.
As the final notes faded into a haunting silence, the dust settled. The Rhodes Island landship groaned but held its ground. They were battered, infected, and hunted—but they were still there.
Doctor took off the headset. The silence of the room was heavier than the music, but the rhythm remained, etched into their pulse. They weren't just a memory yet.
Doctor sat in the command center, the rhythmic pulse of bleeding through their headset. The track wasn’t just music; it was the heartbeat of a dying world. Every synth swell felt like the surging Originium in an Infected’s veins—volatile, beautiful, and ticking toward zero.
"The Reunion?" Doctor adjusted the volume. the vocals kicked in— I’ll be the last of me. "They’re already here. But we aren't just surviving anymore, Amiya. We’re the echo that refuses to fade."
Amiya stood by the viewport, her shadow long and sharp. "They’re coming, aren't they?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper over the beat.
As the final notes faded into a haunting silence, the dust settled. The Rhodes Island landship groaned but held its ground. They were battered, infected, and hunted—but they were still there.
Doctor took off the headset. The silence of the room was heavier than the music, but the rhythm remained, etched into their pulse. They weren't just a memory yet.