This place feels like walking into a nightmare.
The fog thickened as Squad S pressed on, swallowing the world inch by inch. It clung to their clothes, sank into their lungs, and muffled every sound until even their own footsteps felt distant, like echoes from someone else's nightmare. There was no wind, no rustle, no shift of air. Just that pulsing haze that seemed to breathe with them.
Richard felt it first, the subtle warp of the light ahead of him. His flashlight beam didn't stretch forward in a clean line anymore. It bent, curving like it was being pulled by invisible fingers. The deeper they walked, the more reality frayed around the edges.
When they crossed the old highway tunnel, the world changed.
Cold hit them like a wall, sharp enough that Rhea gasped. Static crackled through every comms unit at once, then fizzled out entirely.
Damn it! The sensors are malfunctioning.
"Captain," she said, forcing her voice steady. "My compass… It's spinning."
