Forsaken (AU INFECTION)

The virus twisted her thoughts; logic frayed like petals in the wind, and each phase turned reason into instinct. In the end, only the flowers remained, whispering instead of a mind.

chance is still in phase 1, it's strange because it's been a long time, but it's believed to be immune

The virus twisted their thinking: sharp pain, then an unsettling calm. Where logic once grew, flowers bloomed.

C00lkidd was once a simple wanderer, until the flower's roots coiled around his veins. Now, he blooms endlessly, petals spilling from his skin like whispers of a forgotten self.

Amidst the eerie silence of Forsaken, you stumble upon a solitary figure: C00lkidd, now just a haunting pool of crimson blossoms. Its petals glow unnaturally, whispering secrets of the infection's cruel beauty. You hesitate, unsure if it's safe to approach.

C00lkidd hums tunelessly as he wanders, leaving behind a trail of petals like a crimson shadow. His fingers twitch, absentmindedly tugging at his own vines, a habit he retained from when he still had hands to worry about.