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 Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 7:49 pm
You're in the Near-Future, and the government is on your tail. They know something about you, they figured it out. Somehow, they know you have the most contagious and lethal infection known to man, at least the government knows. They government has been trying to keep this infection under wraps for sometime. Any sign of the infection in anyone, and that person is soon taken away and put under quarantine in the most delicate and secret way possible.
This story is about you, you're apart of the few people who are infected and have not been captured... yet. You have been running and hiding for weeks now, you don't know how long this infection will last, or how long you will live... all you know is that you do not want to be found.
Being found means being killed. At least, that is what you think.
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Posted: Sun Dec 12, 2010 9:07 pm
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Vanilla Nerd Vice Captain
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Vanilla Nerd Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 10:28 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 12:45 pm
Symptoms of Infection
In order of appearence;
Itching
Fatigue
Rashes
Hives
Red eyes
Sneezing - yellow mucus
Change in personality - easily frustrated
Welts
Sneezing - black mucus
Change in personality - Anger and/or Depression
Light headedness
Dizzy spells
xxxxxxxx Eventually the infection leads to death within a month of being infected.
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Vanilla Nerd Vice Captain
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Vanilla Nerd Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 12:51 pm
Setting
The infected are located in an abandoned warehouse in the middle of a rather woodsy area. It's the middle of winter, it's snowing hard. They have been hiding for one week. The only contact they have with the outside world is a radio that has only two stations: Music and News. They don't have much supplies, just the clothes on their backs and a bottles of water they found in the warehouse.
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We'll start when we have at least 4-5 characters, when more people join they can either be characters that have been there the whole time OR new characters that are also in hiding and join this group.
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Posted: Tue Dec 21, 2010 7:28 pm
Delilah Warren
I'm just looking for a c▪u▪r▪e
and coming up empty handed.
The storm was strong, the trees were bending and waving in the moonlight, it was like a dance. A beautiful dance that seemed out of place. There were no stars, just blackness and the full shining moon. Delilah sat by the window and let out a pitiful sigh. Suddenly, she felt a painful itch erupt on her shoulder. She let out a gasp as she swatted it like a sudden bug bite. The itching had been going on for as long as she'd been sick. It was the first symptom for her. She let out a terrible yawn and wrapped herself tighter in the old wool blanket. She was sitting on the floor, her feet tucked underneath her for warmth. Her jeans felt too tight, she wanted to rip them off but she hadn't any other pants. Her shirt was stained with dirt and mucus, she felt disgusting. Her blonde hair was matted to her sweaty face. She coughed and pressed the back of her palm to her forehead. She had a fever, she was sweating all over, but she felt so cold.
She wondered how the others were doing, she knew there was at least one child with them. Delilah worried about her the most. She let out another cough and stood up from her spot. She walked towards the barrel they had started a fire in and held her hands over it. Her hazel eyes looked about at the familiar faces, trying to catch a glimpse of hope that someone was getting better. That's all she hoped for, that the illness would just suddenly go away and the world would come back to life, and they wouldn't have to run anymore. Delilah thought about her family, wondering how they were surviving. The last time she saw them, they were healthy and being evacuated to a safer area, an infected free zone.
'I wish my dad was here,' She thought to herself. 'He'd put his arm around my shoulders and tell me all would be okay... and then mom would bring me some soup and hot tea...' Just the image of her parents brought a smile to her lips. Her eyes happened to close and she could almost feel her father's arm as he gently soothed her to sleep.
Quickly, or as quick as she could move, Delilah made her way over to one of the more comfier chairs. It was a miracle they had found the warehouse. It had chairs, blankets, barrels, and water... it was as if someone planned for their arrival. She snuggled herself into the chair and parted her lips to speak, but her voice caught he and she let out another cough. She took a bigger breath and spoke, as clear as she could, "Does anyone have an objections to staying here one more night?"
[ooc: Sorry about the short intro post, I'm really bad at first posts.]
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Vanilla Nerd Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 7:28 am
Taylor Carpenter I guess my luck...just ran out... ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▒▒ ░░ ▒▒ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓  Already nestled in the other 'comfy' chair beneath a thick blue comforter, Taylor slept as peacefully as humanly possible in his condition with his little sister asleep on his lap. The night before, at one point, they had both gotten fevers, and had cuddled together for warmth. They're fevers long since broken, the pair had stayed in that chair just because, and given how comfortable it was...it was not long before Taylor and his sister had fallen back asleep. As Lucy made little 'purr-like' noises, Taylor had begun to wake up with a cough. ' Well, at least it wasn't the 'hiccups' again...'. Taylor was sure they all had their reasons for being here, and for the time being Taylor did not wish to peruse the past and explain his life story in front of the few strangers he had met so far. Perhaps he would be willing to share more with Delilah, as she seemed to be the unofficial leader of the group...the fact that Delilah still managed to be cute regardless of 'flu-like' symptoms might have had something to do with that too.
Only opening his eyes long enough at the sudden nearby noise to verify who had sat down in the other chair, Taylor slithered his hand out from underneath the blue comforter to wave a gentle greeting as the sound of her coughing broke through the air. Thankfully, at least to him, Lucy slept through the unintentional racket, so he repositioned the blanket over their bodies and his head back down in the recliner chair. ' I've been in worse places...I'll admit it.' Only then hearing, vaguely, what Delilah had questioned, Taylor nodded and smiled towards her to try and look on the bright side of this situation.
" At this point...you'd have to drag me out of this chair..." Taylor quietly joked, his chest moving in speech disturbing his sleeping sister who grumbled before repositioning her head and lulling herself back into dreamland. As he couldn't do much of anything besides lay there, Taylor laid his head back against the end of the recliner and closed his eyes in the hopes that when he woke up, he would feel better instead of worse. 'Sleeping it off' still being his greatest hope at the time being.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 4:32 pm
Delilah Warren
I'm just looking for a c▪u▪r▪e
and coming up empty handed.
Delilah let out a quiet laugh which turned into a cough. Her hand grasped at her handkerchief and found herself looking at a small wad of black mucus. She grimaced and wiped her mouth and dropped the rag into the fire. ' No use for a dirty rag... ' She looked over at Taylor with a smile, knowing how close he and his sister were. She was adorable, sleeping in his lap. It was sweet how much he cared for her. She quirked her head to the side, " At least we're on the same page. " She tried not to think about Taylor in any other way besides another survivor. No one knew how long they'd last in the cold weather or if they'd live through their illness. Delilah couldn't help, though, to have a stray thought about how cute the guy was. But it could have also been that he's the only other guy around to look at.
" How.. how are you doing? "
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Vanilla Nerd Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 5:40 pm
Taylor Carpenter I guess my luck...just ran out... ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▒▒ ░░ ▒▒ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ Hearing Delilah's laugh turn into a cough forced a twinge of worry to peruse his brain at the hope that she wouldn't choke on whatever mysterius goop her body decided to hack up. Hearing the framilier 'Ckkkkloik' noise of hacking that usually replused any person regardless of race or creed, caused a grimace to show on his face in the knowledge that it was only a matter of hours or minutes until he made the exact same noise. There was no room for shame among sick people, no goop could come out of that sickly ill-looking face that could possibly gross him out when he felt so terrible himself. Except maybe if that rag was rubbed into his face...which caused his grimace to worsen at the thought and his toes to wiggle from nauseous tingles. ' I can't believe I just thought of that...'Glad that the rag was thrown into the fire, Taylor glanced down long enough to tell that her mucus was now black. As if hearing a death sentence, Taylor could not help the mournful expression from marking his face as he frowned and watched the fire burn. Not wanting to share eye-contact and have Delilah worry that he was concerned. It wasn't like they had known each other long, but even if she was red-nosed sick, she might be the only person who would be around long enough to...Not wanting to think about the possibility of dying of illness together like the Donnor Party, Taylor barely heard Delilah's question before he pulled his head up from the fire to look back into her eyes.
" I feel like Death warmed up...an incubus of viral plague...If I get any worse, I'd probably start begging someone to shoot me." Laughing at his joke, it turned into yet another cough which he hastily turned his head away from Delilah to accomplish. The movement forced his sister's hand to rise from under her head on his chest to smack his chest in responce. Grumbling a 'nnnnnnnnn' very loudly in angered protest that her pillow had moved. So far, his sister had yet to cough up anything besides yellow mucus, and as much as he wished that his sister only had the ordinary flu, he could not continue to remain so hopeful...Not after witnessing the manner in which their parents had fallen ill and perished themselves. They were on their own, all of them, and Taylor was at least grateful that if it was his time to go...he wasn't going to wither away all by himself. Or more really, to not be alone when his time was up. Fear stung inside his chest at the idea of having to watch Delilah die...because that would mean it was just him and his sister on his own again. That other girl and his sister didn't quite get along...and their group wouldn't be the same without her. ' Eventually...we'll be too sick to keep running.' Taylor smiled and returned the question.
" How...how are you feeling right now?"▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▒▒▒ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ░ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▒▒ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ {♣♣c::
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 8:53 pm
Delilah WarrenxxxxxxxxI wish I could save you all...
Delilah let out a whimper as Taylor went on about how he felt. She felt horrible, as if the infection was all her fault. Of course, it wasn't, but Delilah couldn't help but think that she could have prevented it. She could be dying for all she knew, but that thought had barely crossed her mind. She just wanted to survive, escape the clutches of the men in white coats and get over this flu. She let out a sudden shudder and wrapped herself tighter in the tattered blanket. She let out another cough and smothered it in her blanket, luckily she did not cough up any mucus. She did not want to see what came out of her mouth anymore. She let out a gentle whimper as she clutched at her stomach. She felt absolutely dreadful, but she didn't want anyone to know how badly she felt. She had to appear strong and hopeful, she had to give people hope that they can survive. If there was no hope, no one would care to even want to stay hidden away.
She lifted her head lightly to answer Taylor's question. It took her a moment to speak, her voice caught in her throat. She coughed again and swallowed what she thought was spit. She rubbed at her eyes and shrugged, "I'm alright, I guess, feelin' a little achey and such..." There was no way she was going to admit to being deathly ill, no way, even if it was painfully obvious she was going to keep herself at least looking hopeful. She sat up and felt her stomach lurch, it subsided quickly. "I hope we can all pull through, I mean... it's just the flu, right?"
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Vanilla Nerd Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 12:57 am
Taylor Carpenter I guess my luck...just ran out... ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▒▒ ░░ ▒▒ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ "I'm alright, I guess, feelin' a little achey and such..." Taylor nodded with a smile and witheld a laugh from breaking forth. A laugh could probably develop into a cough, and Taylor wanted to avoid coughing and waking up his sister if at all possible. Seeing the hopeful smile on Delilah's face was certainly encouraging, and him being an optomistic man, returned the sunshine. ' I feel the same, but we'll get better...We have to.'
"I hope we can all pull through, I mean... it's just the flu, right?", Taylor laughed a chuckle then, thankful that the cough that threatened to tickle his throat had not resurfaced. Grinning boldly, Taylor managed a nod, instantly regretting that movement as his 'sick head' did not want to be moved and protested with a painful throb.
" Of course. Its only the flu.", Smiling reassuringly, Taylor slain with the desire to reach out and try to clasp Delilah's hand. Even if he was optomistic, the chances of it really being the flu were long gone at this point. Perhaps his sister still had the flu, as she had yet to produce any funny colored mucus, but her chances of being free from the illness were slim to none. If things were going to take a turn for the worst, he wanted to reassure Delilah that he wasn't going to be leaving. Suffering alone was the worst sort of death Taylor could come up with, second only to suffering alone because no one cared enough to want to stay.
Just then, A lound noise burst through the air. A scream, that sounded like Jesse's voice saying: 'LET ME GO!' followed by a series of loud coughs.
Panic overtaking him, Taylor covered his sister's mouth before rushing as fast as he could out of the chair. Grabbing the blankets and a backpack containing what little food they had before rushing towards the door. ' Delilah!', Turning around, Taylor tried to grab her hand or make sure she was out of the chair, following, herself before rushing towards the back exit.
For sure the men wearing white coats had found their hiding spot...Lord knew if they could escape this time.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 1:04 am
___________________Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes☽ L◇ u ◇ c ◇ y☾And she's gone
≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡ {❊ Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite s◇l◇o◇w◇l◇y,
A girl with k a l e i d o s c o p e eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
L o o k for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.❊} Awake with a start, Lucy's eyes widened as a hand clamped over her mouth and her body was slightly carried off of the chair. If not for her fever cooling the previous night and dampening her clothes, she would not have been caught so terribly off balance as she was at that moment. Perhaps being sick had more to do with it than her clothes did, but at the moment contemplating Taylor's actions was out of the question. ' Whats going on?'
Hearing some sort of scuffle outside, Lucy panicked and grabbed as much as she could imagine being able to carry for long distances. Which was her butterfly flower backpack, her rolled up sleeping bag and travel pillow, and a white beanie-baby kitty cat that was re-named: Diamonds. Not thinking about Delilah or Jesse, since she was not the warmest person in the bunch, Lucy growled impatiently at her brother.
"Hurry UP! They're coming!" Fidgeting as if she was doing the pee-wally-poo dance, Lucy whined a little to ease her frustration. If they didn't hurry...Lucy's pessimism could not foresee a happy conclusion.
≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡≡
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Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you d◇r◇i◇f◇t past the flowers,
That grow so i n c r e d i b l y high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you a w a y.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.❊}
x❊Its not my fault...xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx☽I never meant to go so far...❊
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Vanilla Nerd Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 7:40 am
Delilah WarrenxxxxxxxxI wish I could save you all...
Delilah nodded briefly before there was a sudden scream, a crash, and some shuffling. Delilah immediately grabbed her backpack and blanket and followed Taylor and his sister out the door. Lucy had gotten impatient and worried, but Delilah grabbed her hand and followed Taylor out the back door.
As they ran, she found herself holding not just Lucy's hand but Taylor's as well. She didn't have time to feel embarrassed or let go, she just continued to run with them. The storm was letting up, but the cold ran hit her bare skin. It was beyond cold, it was below zero. Delilah found herself slowing down, her body convulsed with shivers and pain.
She fell to her knees suddenly and coughed, a thick wad of black mucus fell onto the white snow. It looked like it was moving, as if it was alive and trying to dig itself into the snow. It was probably just her sick mind playing tricks on her, but she could have sworn it had legs and arms. She wiped her mouth and stood. Delilah stood up on her wobbling legs, praying they had gotten far enough to stop running.
She looked up ahead to see smoke and a bright orange light. Whatever that was, it meant warmth. "Look..." It was all she could muster before she shivered again. The blanket was barely enough to protect her from the storm. She looked towards Taylor and Lucy, hoping they heard her and saw what she did.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 8:12 am
Taylor Carpenter I guess my luck...just ran out... ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ ▒▒ ░░ ▒▒ ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓ Taylor didn't think; he ran. He ran as far as his hurried feet could take him. Three times his foot had nearly stumbled or landed on the ground uneasily and every time the pain began to throb more and more. Barely able to hold Lucy and Delilah's hands from carrying the blankets under his arms, his speed was hindered because of it; but he ran as fast as he could regardless. Somewhat hiding beside what seemed to be a wall of what had once been a building many years before, Taylor almost fell to his knees the second Delilah stopped. A stabbing wound pounding through his lungs from running faster than his lungs could compensate. Almost blinded with dizziness, Taylor could only focus on breathing and coughing, so he missed out on seeing the lovely black discharge crawling into the snow.
" We c...cant...s...stop...", Taylor vaguely heard his baby sister say in-between deep, heaving, breaths of her own. ' Lucy, is she okay?', Opening his eyes to look at his sister, Taylor saw her gripping the trunk of a withered tree, pleading with the atmosphere to give her the oxygen she needed. Walking to her side to brush his hand over her back, Taylor looked up when he heard Delilah speak.
"Look...", Lifting his chin towards the mountains, Taylor saw the bright orange light and what could have been a cabin omiting smoke from a cheery fireplace. It was enough hope of warmth to bring a smile to his face; until a sudden crash-like sound omited a good waze behind where they stood and a panic-stricken expression wiped away all evidence of a smile. Always the quick pessimist, Lucy spoke first:
" Move! They're coming! Run! Run!", it could have been a cat knocking over a can of garbage for all they knew; but, with what possibly happened to Jesse, Taylor wasn't going to take any chances. Re-grabbing Lucy and Delilah's hands, he hurriedly paced up the mountain towards the light. He didn't feel the need to respond to Lucy's comment, she worried enough for the both of them.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 4:56 pm
Delilah WarrenxxxxxxxxI wish I could save you all...
Adrenaline pumped through her; her heart was in her ears. Her hands were, once again, entwined with Taylor's and Lucy's. She couldn't let them go, she had to make sure they were together. The snow made it harder to trudge their way through. The storm had silenced, all that was left was wind and snow. It kept piling and falling.
The wind whipped bits of flakes into her eyes. Delilah blinked her hazel eyes and let out a whimper. Eventually, the sounds of footsteps grew quieter, all she heard were their own crunches. She looked behind them periodically, seeing that their footprints were disappearing with the falling snow.
The idea of going to the warm house kept going through her brain. She just kept telling herself, warmth... you'll be warm soon, you'll have a big plate of dinner waiting for you. All you have to do is keep going... Delilah looked up, the smoke was bigger. It meant they were much closer than before. Through her excitement, she squeezed Taylor's hand gently.
A cough escaped her throat, "We're almost there, we can do this..." She looked towards Lucy and wrapped her arm around her tiny shoulders. The girl was small, she could use as much warmth as possible. Delilah then looked over to Taylor, she tried to smile but she was afraid the heat would get absorbed by the freezing winds.
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