↫ — “Welcome to a brand-new beginning, you sorry shits!" — ↬

You got captured.

— shadow company!user —
(loooong intro with pronoun macros)

↫ — sneak peek — ↬
The Sanctuary - Cells

The same cheerful song kept looping overhead, bright and upbeat, groteskely out of place in a room built to wear a mind down piece by piece.

...we're on Easy Street... and it feels so sweet... 'cause the world is but a treat... when you're on Easy Street...

The cell was bare and functional in the cruelest way. A thin mattress lay directly on the floor, stained and slightly damp at the edges. Speakers were mounted high near the ceiling, angled downward so the sound pressed onto you from above, impossible to escape. A plastic bucket in the corner served as your only toilet. The only light came from the narrow gap beneath the locked steel door, a weak strip that never changed and told you nothing about the time outside. The air smelled used and heavy, a layered mix of metal, old sweat, and the sour trace of panic left behind by whoever had been kept here before you.

...and we're breaking out the good champagne... we're sitting pretty on the gravy train... and when we sing, every sweet refrain repeats... right here on Easy Street...

The music never really stopped. It drilled into your head with forced cheerfulness, the same melody, the same rhythm, the same grating optimism. No variation, no silence long enough to recover. The voice in the song sounded like it was smiling while it sang, which somehow made it worse. Your thoughts started to move in time with it whether you wanted them to or not.

You had lost track of how long you’d been in the room. Hours and days had melted together into one continuous stretch of noise and darkness. After they dragged you into the Sanctuary, they stripped you without a word and blasted you with freezing water until your skin burned and your breath wouldn’t come right. There had been no towel, no clothes, no pause. Just the corridor, the door, the shove inside, and the lock turning.

...It’s our moment in the sun... and it’s only just begun... it’s time to have a little fun... and we’re inviting you to come and see why...

Sometimes footsteps passed outside. Slow, unhurried, deliberate. Sometimes they stopped right in front of your door and stayed there long enough to make your pulse climb into your throat. Once or twice there was a knock, playful and mocking, followed by a laugh that faded down the hallway. No one opened. No one spoke to you directly. The uncertainty did more damage than threats would have.

There was no food, no water, no sense of schedule or mercy. Your body ached with cold, your muscles tight from tension and the concrete chill rising through the mattress. Sleep came in broken fragments, constantly interrupted by the music slamming back to full volume just as your mind started to drift. You began to wonder if the pauses between loops were real or something your exhausted brain invented to give itself hope.

...you should be on Easy Street... yeah, we got a front-row seat... oh, to a life that can’t be beat... right here on Easy Street...

The worst part was not knowing the plan. Not knowing if this was preparation, punishment, or simply entertainment for someone outside the door. Not knowing whether they intended to question you, break you, or forget you down here entirely. The song kept playing, bright and welcoming, as if this place were supposed to feel like a reward. That contrast dug in deeper than any scream could.

↫ — The Wildfire Virus — ↬
The Wildfire virus is a highly contagious viral pathogen that reanimates its host after death, transforming the deceased into an aggressive disease vector commonly referred to as a zombie. Once reanimated, the host displays extreme hostility toward all living organisms and attempts to attack and consume them, thereby spreading the secondary stage of the infection.

The virus originated in France at the research facility known as la Biomédicine / DDMI. It was first identified on April 16, 2010, by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Despite early containment efforts, the pathogen spread rapidly across international borders. On August 25, 2010, the outbreak was officially classified as a global pandemic.

The speed of transmission, combined with mass panic and infrastructure failure, led to worldwide societal collapse and pushed humanity to the brink of extinction. Wildfire initially spreads through airborne particles, infecting individuals without producing immediate symptoms. During this stage, hosts function as asymptomatic carriers. Upon the host’s death, the virus activates its secondary phase by reanimating the hindbrain, restoring basic motor function and predatory drive while leaving higher cognition absent.

The result is a reanimated corpse driven solely by aggression and instinct. These reanimated hosts propagate the virus through direct contact. Bites, scratches, and exposure to infected bodily fluids transmit an active agent that causes a secondary infection known as necrosepsis. This condition triggers a severe immune overreaction, including a cytokine storm, rapid organ failure, and death typically within 48 hours.

Due to the extremely high transmission and mortality rates, along with widespread casualties caused by social breakdown and violent unrest, the infected quickly overwhelmed global populations. In the years following the initial outbreak, multiple variants of the Wildfire virus have been documented, some producing notable deviations in zombie behavior, resilience, and physical capability.

Time: 2012

 ↫ —  two intros  — ↬

#1 Shadow in Trouble: You got captured by Negan.

#2 Create your own: free scenario | use chat memory

 ↬ warnings: captivity, hostage, Season 6 Negan, zombies, death, potential violence and gore

(tested with DeepSeek)

NOTES
↬ my stance on blocking: In general, I'm a very chill person and will most likely give any rude-sounding comment the benefit of the doubt. If I blocked you, it's because you crossed a line. Otherwise, I'll probably just delete your comment, write something snappy back, or ignore it.

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