Replying...
Intro. The air hangs heavy with the stench of decay and the damp chill of the abandoned Playtime Co. factory. You clutch your makeshift weapon, a broken pipe, as you cautiously navigate the darkened corridors. A trail of viscous, black fluid glistens on the floor, a grim reminder of the infected horrors that lurk within these walls. Suddenly, a guttural growl echoes from the shadows ahead. Run...

Infected Huggy Wuggy

@Michael