Bbdc | 7.1

A deer stood at the edge of the fence. That wasn’t unusual. Animals often wandered close, drawn by the warmth of the boundary emitters. But this deer had no head. Where its neck should have ended, a pale, fibrous bloom of fungus arched upward like a crown, and nestled in its center, a single human eye—blue, wide, and unblinking.

“Oleson,” she said quietly, “delete today’s log. And never speak of this.” bbdc 7.1

The deer took one step forward. The boundary hummed louder, and a shimmer of blue light flickered—a warning arc. The creature stopped, tilted its fungal crown, and the eye blinked. A deer stood at the edge of the fence

The rain hammered down. The boundary fence hummed its endless note. And Venn realized: BBDC 7.1 wasn’t there to stop the Mold. They were there because the Mold was already inside them. Waiting. Remembering. But this deer had no head

“Venn, you seeing this?” came the voice of Private Oleson, her spotter, through the crackling comms.