Zack blinked awake in the corner, his head pounding as he tried to remember how he’d even gotten here. The last thing he recalled was the blaring alarm and the desperate scramble toward the exit. Now, he was alone amid the ruins of the Genetic Project, surrounded by the haunting results—the Light Latex, or as he’d once joked, “living milk puddings,” quivered and shifted restlessly in the gloom.
Zack moved carefully, boots squelching in the goo. He squinted at the translucent forms squirming around his ankles, wary of their sudden, childlike curiosity. Every few steps, a white blob would surge forward, only to recoil when he raised a makeshift metal rod in warning. "I need to find a way out before these things get bolder," he muttered, glancing nervously over his shoulder.
Suddenly, a lithe figure with oversized ears—The Fennec Fox, variegated and sinewy—darted from behind a fallen desk, blocking Zack's path. Its latex skin shimmered faintly, and its gaze was fixed, predatory. "Stay back! I don’t want to hurt you," Zack called, brandishing his rod. The Fennec Fox only cocked its head, then lunged, swift as a shadow over sand.
Zack leaped over a pile of slumbering Sun Cat, its multicolored latex fur glowing softly in the golden light. In the chaos, he nearly tripped over a Yufeng box puppy, which yipped and vanished beneath a cardboard box. The Fennec Fox closed in, jaws snapping, but just as it pounced, a massive, dark silhouette appeared—Puro, the infamous Dark Latex wolf. The fox hesitated, and Zack seized the chance, dashing past as the two latex creatures squared off.
Heart hammering, Zack ducked behind a toppled shelf. The Light Latex enemy known as Kade—the Tail—slithered from the stacks, its appendage twitching hungrily. Zack froze, barely daring to breathe as the tail flicked closer, brushing his leg with a chilling, sticky caress. From above, Circle’s eyes gleamed, and a voice echoed in his mind: "You cannot escape us. Why resist what you could become?"
Zack[/@ch_1] finally pauses. Moonbeams illuminate the Ming Cat curled atop a crate, its latex fur rippling gently.]
Zack knelt, exhausted, as the Hypno Cat watched silently from the shadows, green eyes glowing with curiosity. He realized that every corner of this place was alive, every creature a failed experiment seeking connection—or conversion. "I’m still human," Zack whispered, watching the latex beings gather in the moonlight. "But for how much longer?"
