The rain hadn’t stopped for three days. Not the gentle Louisiana drizzle, but a fat, persistent downpour that turned the bayou into a soup of mud and shadows.
“This isn’t real,” Leo muttered. His voice came out of the speakers, delayed and distorted. “It’s a virus. A creepy screensaver.” Resident.Evil.7.Biohazard-CPY - Crack
Leo’s heart stuttered. He slapped the power button on his tower. Nothing. The screen flickered, and the view shifted. Now he was looking at himself. A grainy, webcam-style feed of his own room appeared in the corner of the monitor. He saw himself sitting there, pale, mouth half-open. The rain hadn’t stopped for three days
He clicked the mouse. A chime. The crack had applied. but a fat
The screen went black.