He'd bolted from the room the second Lora had disintegrated into nothing, a cold sweat drenching him from head to foot, his stomach churning and doing back flips. That wasn't Lora, but everything she said - that much was true. He'd failed to protect even a girl he'd already secured, and when Day Zero had come along, Rich had abandoned his family and friends for his own hide. Truly, Rich Filth was a useless and terrible person.
Adrenaline could only do so much for a body that was lacking both food and water, barely had sleep, and was nearing half a century. Rich needed to rest, just close his eyes for a bit and breathe through the madness in his mind. If his breathing could just catch up with him, maybe this sweat would go away and his stomach would settle down. The corridor he was in seemed semi safe, or at least as safe as this hospital got. It wasn't narrow, there was no shadow dragging a rusty cleaver around, and his probably dead wife wasn't bearing down on him. He sat slowly, back sliding against the bloodstained walls until his a** met the cold tile floor and his head rested on his knees.
Ring-ring.
OOC: SCENARIO 4
Scenario requirements: A phone begins to ring as you wander the inside of the hospital. At first you do not want to pick it up, but the noise persists. You wander multiple rooms, and there are multiple phones. Each one you pick is a voice from a person you recognize, begging you for help. Whenever you ask where they are, they hang up. The ringing continues, over and over. If you are RPing this with multiple people, all of you hear the ringing, coming from various phones. It is up to you when your character comes to the realization that the ringing is all in their heads, (or if they need other chars to help them realize so!)
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter.
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: 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.
Rich wanted to ignore it. It had to be another hallucination, another weird and uncanny scenario created by the Infection creeping and crawling through his body. Another Lora, another sea of bodies, another god damned trick of the mind that would just make his stomach even more uneasy, his head hurt more.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Shut up. Shut up. Please, God, just let it shut the ******** up.
Ring-ring. Ringalingaling.
Rich's eyes went wide between his knees, ears covered with his hands, gaze boring a hole in the tile he sat on. Was no one going to get that? Why wasn't anyone picking up the phone? Surely Rich wasn't the only person in the hospital.
But what if he was? What if Rich really was the only actual human in the hospital, and everyone else had moved on to wherever they may have. Maybe the radio wasn't working because he was out of range from the others, and they were already on their way to safety. Had they just forgotten about him? Had no one thought to look for him? Was he that insignificant to these damn people?
Hot tears rolled down Rich's face, splashing on the floor with the man shivering as he rocked himself back and forth, side to side. They'd left him alone to die, just like he'd left Coral and Lora, like he'd abandoned Jeff to the wiles of the Casino, like he'd left Becky to just die in the Harbinger camp.
Ring-Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring-ring.
The officer snapped up the phone, lips curled back to show bared teeth. "Hello? Who the hell is this?"
"Rich?" Jeff's voice. God damned b*****d!
"Jeff! Bud! Where are ya>"
Click.
Rich blinked, slammed the phone down to the receiver, picked the mouthpiece back up again. Nothing, not even a dial tone or a dead line.
Ring-ring.
"No!" Rich roared at the payphone, knife pointed at the change slot. "No! I'm not goin' crazy! I ain't goin down like this! Tarnation, I'm not gonna go nuts! Yer fake, just like everythin' else here! I jest know it! Jeff wouldn'a hung up like that! He'd 'a told me where he was!" Rich bawled, lowering the knife along with his head. "Jeff wouldn't leave me here to die... I know he wouldn't."
He stormed off, knife drawn, wild eyed, sweating and swearing. "Not gonna go insane, daggummit."
Quote:
+10 Infection!
OOC
Infection Rate: 50/100 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.
