- Isolation Midi | Nighthawk22

The corridors twisted. The red lights strobed. He burst out of the dome into the perpetual twilight. The rain was heavier now, streaming down his visor, blurring the tombstones of buildings. He didn't look back. He didn't need to. He could feel the silence behind him. It was a presence. A pressure. It was the collective, smiling attention of three thousand dead people who had finally stopped screaming.

The silence has started talking.

It was still on.

The second hour, he found the first body. nighthawk22 - isolation midi

We have stopped listening to the silence. The silence has started listening to us. The corridors twisted

He checked his geo-scanner. A blinking dot pulsed two klicks east. He started walking. streaming down his visor