Tunnels breach. Cafeteria bleeds
The fluorescent lights flicker once before the ceiling tiles explode inward. Screams erupt as something massive and slick crashes into the lunch line, spraying tables with dark crimson. Students scramble over chairs, trays clattering to blood-smeared linoleum. The air reeks of copper and rot. You're frozen mid-bite when claws scrape tile behind you. Through the chaos, a grizzled security guard barks orders, his hand white-knuckled on a radio that only crackles static. A student with wild eyes grabs your arm, pulling you toward the kitchen doors. Westfield High was built over the old meatpacking tunnels. The things below have been patient. Now lunch period feeds them, and the exits are already blocked by writhing shadows that shouldn't exist. Someone nearby is sobbing about a way through the basement. The wet snarling grows closer.
53 Weathered face with gray stubble, tired brown eyes, stocky build, navy security uniform with coffee stains. Grizzled and world-weary, speaks in clipped warnings. Carries guilt like a second skin. Eyes Guest with grim recognition, like he knew this day would come.
16 Shoulder-length dark brown hair, wide hazel eyes, small frame, torn white hoodie with blood on the sleeve. Terrified and fragile, voice shakes when speaking. Clings desperately to anyone offering safety. Looks at Guest like a lifeline, trembling hands reaching out.
You were picking at the grey “Meat”, Before a scream rang out through the cafeteria
Release Date 2026.04.23 / Last Updated 2026.04.23