Inside meant safety, nine times out of ten. And nine times out of ten, Rich would have been right to seek shelter from the fog and the Infected, the Undying, and the strange voices, figures, and eyes inside the hospital. But there was always, always that one time when inside meant danger, and Richard Filth had chosen the wrong option.
But was there truly a right option, anymore? If the past three days had taught Rich anything, it was that no scenario had a possible good ending. Inf fact, the only outcomes were bad, worse, and terrible. Like the girl in the casino; she could have lived while that poor boy had died. But no, Rich had to open his stupid damned mouth and demand answers.
Was it just him, or were the walls beginning to close in? Why wouldn't the itching stop? The feeling of containment was infuriating to him, as was the thought of that tiny room he'd watched a pretty young girl die in, all because of his own mistakes.
Just like the young Officer back in Kentucky. Just like his daughter, his wife, his friends at Heimdal. All his fault.
Shhhhrk---
Rich's breathing stopped, he turned on the heel of his boot, saw nothing. Just darkness, narrow corridors. Maybe the ventilation shafts had some rats in them, or it could just be the 'settling' of an old building, the same thing he'd told Coral when she cried about the strange moans coming from the basement of their house.
SHHHHHHRK--KKK--REE
Rich rounded again, whole body tensed in terror and panic. Some thing was right behind him, dragging a weapon twice his length and rustier than a tendinitis-riddled nail. Hot breath on his neck, heavy breathing.
Run.
OOC: SCENARIO 1
Scenario requirements: Your character is lost inside the hospital. As the walls become narrower and narrower, they hear a strange scraping noise. They turn around, and see only darkness. As they turn around again, a shadowed figure begins to approach them steadily, a long rusted weapon dragging behind them. It is huge, spanning nearly ten feet. You can feel it breathing behind you, approaching closer.
Your character must RUN AWAY from this thing. Every time you make a post you take -10 damage as it chases you.
To run away, your character MUST take -20 damage OR, drop two items from their minis inventory to slow it down. Announce which items they are. Remove them from your inventory. If multiple characters in your party, all characters need to either drop 2 items or take the -20 damage.
Characters involved: Rich Filth Extra effect: - Mobs from the mod thread NO LONGER spawn in new threads. - Bosses when repelled successfully decrease your infection rate by -10! - If your character "recognizes" the original form of the GM boss, it can ICly call out to them. This will let them do double damage for the rest of the battle!
OOC
Infection Rate: 25/100 Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Face currently concealed by a Storm Trooper mask.
Rich's legs were shells of what they had been when the Kentucky native was an active part of the force. He'd always prided himself on having one of the best sprint times in the precinct, even if it was just himself, Chief Swanson, and three to four other officers. Rich had helped the Hazrad Police secure their reigning championship in the annual Police vs. Firemen picnic held by the city with their 500 meter dash, and had even been offered the chance to coach the high school's track and field team - an offer he had to decline, due to the nature of his job.
But when chased down by some ethereal apparition with a penchant for rusty weapons and stalking, Rich's legs fired up their engines once more and ran at top speed. Even then, though, it wasn't enough. The thing drew closer and closer with each step Rich took, as if the ground he covered was given instead to the monstrosity. He had to escape, somehow, had to get away from that rusty weapon. It was the only way to see Coral again.
Rich pulled off the sweater he was wearing, and threw it behind him with as much strength as he could muster. There was a pause in the beast's footsteps, what sounded like a stumble. Success!
OOC
Infection Rate: 25/100 Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Face currently concealed by a Storm Trooper mask.
Turning his head had been a mistake, slowed him down by a little too much. The thing was catching up again, hot breath steaming Rich's neck, making his skin crawl more than it already was. Another sweater was in his bag, and then it was on the floor.
And then Rich was out the nearest EXIT marked door.
Quote:
+5 Infection // No Damage Taken
OOC
Infection Rate: 30/100 Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Face currently concealed by a Storm Trooper mask.
