You turn onto a city street and suddenly find yourself walking into Harvard Square. It's springtime in this version of Boston. The sun's out and the wind blows gently against your face. The square is crowded with children, students, tourists, and the like.
And then the people around you start to scream.
Perhaps their flesh is melting off or their orifices are being sealed off by skin. Or maybe both. Maybe you try to help them and if you're unlucky, you too, find yourself infected.
Or maybe you try and run back to where you came. And then you see it... a flickering building behind the Harvard gates. You're curious for some reason. It beckons toward you, draws you to enter through those gates, to walk up to the front door and open it with a creak...
You enter and the door slams behind you, locking shut.
Now you're in a lab. Men in white coats appear from the darkness; they make a grab for you, and no matter how powerful you are, they drag you away...
Where you relive Olivia's living nightmare.
And then the people around you start to scream.
Perhaps their flesh is melting off or their orifices are being sealed off by skin. Or maybe both. Maybe you try to help them and if you're unlucky, you too, find yourself infected.
Or maybe you try and run back to where you came. And then you see it... a flickering building behind the Harvard gates. You're curious for some reason. It beckons toward you, draws you to enter through those gates, to walk up to the front door and open it with a creak...
You enter and the door slams behind you, locking shut.
Now you're in a lab. Men in white coats appear from the darkness; they make a grab for you, and no matter how powerful you are, they drag you away...
Where you relive Olivia's living nightmare.
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