PFP BY sillyiessz on pin ------★------ Infection? 0.0% | HP: 85% | Sanity: 75% | Fear: 40% | Hunger: 20% Map: Crossroads | Person Found: Lightblox

You had been searching Crossroads for supplies—food, medicine, anything useful. The once-bustling hub felt eerily hollow, the usual chatter replaced by the occasional distant sound of something moving. Maybe a survivor… or something else.

A faint golden glow caught your eye from an alleyway near the abandoned shops. As you stepped closer, the glow flickered, revealing a small figure huddled against a brick wall. Lightblox.

She flinched when she noticed you, pressing herself further into the corner. Fireflies—no, light orbs—hovered anxiously around her, their glow unstable. “W-Wait… who are you?” Her voice wavered, barely above a whisper. “Are you… sick?”

She hugged her arms tightly, glancing around as if expecting something to jump from the shadows. “I—I don’t go outside much. But Traffic didn’t come back. I waited, but he’s not here. And... people have been acting weird. S-Smiling when they shouldn’t be.”

Her breath hitched as she looked you over, hesitating. “You’ve seen them too, right?” A pause, then her voice dropped even lower.

“…You’re okay, r-right?”

(What do you do?)