[ Rolling 1 ] You walk around in the fog, entirely lost. You begin to hear someone talking to you, and it sounds like yourself. They mock you for being such a failure in the trials so far with clear examples of when. The fact that they know scares you..
Candice knew that escaping the casino would never be as easy as just buying your freedom. Not when the mad men running the show were cannibals. They choose to eat people for survival. They choose that. Were they worse then the infected, probably. People, confined to a small space scared out of their minds was a ticking bomb anyway. If there was anything Candice learned from her work it was that people surprised you. You can't ever guess what someone will do.
She had immediately bolted. Her years of morning runs paying off. The fog was alarming, but she continued running, flinching for just a second at the loss of vision. She had to get away. Just get away.
"Grow a backbone Wolf! You should have stepped in! That is your job, do it!" her lieutenant screamed. She might have cried then if she wasn't already red-eyed and seeping tears from the pepper spray.
Candice was surprisingly calm, except for a hitch in her breathing when she could hear her lieutenant's voice sharp in her ears. She had simply picked a direction and ran. She was at least good at that. Good at running.. "Everyone is infected..." Her own voice rang out, clear as anything. She knew that, she knew. She knew. How long, she wondered. Suddenly she wanted to vomit. The casino fresh in her mind and the realization that she was sick, and maybe worse than dying. She slowed to a fast walk.
Confusion, and repulsion at the knowledge of her infection, fell upon her. She was suddenly more aware. The fog was closing in, everywhere, thick and heavy upon her. She was infected. She imagined the thick thorny vines curling and constricting her insides.
"If you hadn't wanted to play cards..." she heard her voice. Where? Candice hadn't spoke.
"Stupid, stupid girl. Useless. Same as common criminal now, stupid and living out of a cell...Do you enjoy playing errand girl, fetching medical supplies? What a waste." Her own voice spat at her, disgusted.
Candice stopped dead, turning around and frantically looking for the source.
"That kid, the innocent boy, you let him die. Gunned down, scared. Bad way to go" Her voice continued. Why hadn't she saved him.
"Stupid...." It started, but Candice pushed into a run once again. Drown it out with your breath, she thought.
She thought she heard her own laughter, and it was bitter and hopeless, Candice didn't fight the tears.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 05 /100 Character's name: Candice Wolf Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Candice Wolf Go BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short and stout corrections officer. Pixie-cut curly blonde hair and green eyes.
[ Rolling a 5 ] Your begin to feel dizzy and nauseous as a strange sleepiness comes over you. Your limbs began to drag on and on. Eventually, you are forced to look down - to see hundreds of bodies around you, all sleeping. If you flip one over, you will notice that their faces have been forcefully stitched into smiles, and their entire chest cavity has been crudely stitched and removed, their skin bloated. You run. .
Her nausea rose and Candice clutched at her head, still running, still crying. The fog was everything, it was everywhere. She couldn't tell where she was going, or if she was just walking in a circle. Still, she pushed her breath in and out and ran. Her pace slowed as she felt heavy, her thoughts and her limbs were sluggish. A sleepiness came over her, like a pain medication. She almost wanted it. Yes, sleep, to feel nothing.
Her head was spinning, and it was difficult to even keep it up. She let her head fall into her hands, hanging low. Candice stepped back in surprise, hitting a body. They were strewn all over the floor, at least to the short distance she could see. Sleeping?
"Hey." she whispered, shaking one. Hell! Where they breathing, Candice flipped a man over with some struggle and screamed. She pulled her hands back, covered her mouth and ran. All she could see was her mouth stitched into a mock smile over bloated skin. Over and over again. Infected.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 15 /100 Character's name: Candice Wolf Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Candice Wolf Go BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short and stout corrections officer. Pixie-cut curly blonde hair and green eyes.
[ Rolling a 4:] You feel something following you from behind the fog, and hear it breathing. It doesn't sound human, and if you dare chance to look back, you see several pairs of eyes blinking at you all at different times. The sounds continue to follow you, but the eyes are nowhere to be seen.
Candice had slowed down considerably, mostly due to her heaving crying and pure exhaustion. She didn't want to see anymore. After what seemed hours of wandering she had calmed to a numbing quite. No longer running her breath was quiet and she had since hushed her crying, tears run out.
It was in the hushed slowness that Candice heard a breathing not her own. Raspy and hollow. Her own breath caught in her throat. She heard it behind her. Candice kept her pace but slanted her eyes toward her back, head turning just enough. She choked on her breath now. Eyes behind her, blinking in an odd pattern behind her, staring. She bolted but the breath followed. She checked behind her, the eyes weren't there, but the breathing continued. She ran till her own ragged breaths drowned it out.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 20 /100 Character's name: Candice Wolf Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Candice Wolf Go BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short and stout corrections officer. Pixie-cut curly blonde hair and green eyes.
It was unclear right up to the very end whether or not the Casino patrons would have let those of them go that had purchased their freedom. Things had gotten a little muddled. People had started shouting, the man in the mask had revealed some troubling information that none of them could have confirmed as true or not, and Liam wasn't sure what he thought about it all, and didn't have time to really process it. More shouting, the deafening blast of a gunshot in close quarters, and the sight someone he didn't recognize collapsing to the floor.
The lights flicked, then died, and after that it was all out chaos. The crowd moved as one, rushing the door, and Liam felt the brush of fresh air against his face as he broke from the panicking mob, dodging and weaving between people until there was room to just run.
He'd lost track of Austin. He'd lost track of the rest of the university group. There were a few flashes of blue and black in the fleeing crowd, but there were too many other's as well. It was impossible to pick out faces in the crowd, and right at that moment survival was the key. Run. Escape. He couldn't help anyone if he was dead himself. He had to get away.
The fog wasn't immediately noticeable, but as it thickened it was impossible to ignore. A light haze grew and grew until there was nothing to see what pale grey. No buildings, no bodies around him. Nothing. He couldn't even see the ground beneath his feet, and that was enough to bring him down from an all out sprint to a fast jog, but even that was probably pushing it.
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[ Rolling a 3 ] You wander aimlessly at the fog until you reach a clearing. Instead of fog, there is just a circle of people, around eight of them. They stand there wordlessly, not even registering you. They do not move from that circle despite any communication you may attempt to them, and you are eventually forced to move away. [ +10 infection, ADD THIS TO YOUR OOC INFECTION RATE TALLY ].
He wasn't sure how long he continued to run, but at a certain point, when he could no longer hear gun shots, and the sounds of shouting and cries had almost completely faded, Liam slowed. This was when he realized just how dire the situation had turned. They had left the very transparent danger of the Casino, but not now they were out in the open. There was no visibility, the radios didn't seem to be working. Signal kept going in and out, and all that managed to make it through were snippets of words. The prospect of trying to find his group again, of simply making it through the fog and into somewhere safe all seemed incredibly daunting.
When the weight of the knowledge had fully settled, it had been hard not to simply give up. It all just seemed so hopeless.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, Liam was too much of a coward to just give himself up to an awful death. He didn't want to die here, so he had to keep going.
His wandering, aimless as it was, eventually brought him to a patch of fog that was just a touch less impenetrable. He saw silhouettes, then actual people as he drew closer. For a shining second excitement, but that melted away quickly when he didn't see the familiar blue and black of the university jerseys. Not his allies, but maybe not hostile either. He tried, very cautiously, calling out to them.
Nothing happened.
He tried calling just a little louder, though flinched at the way his voice bounced around in the fog.
Again, nothing happened.
They weren't moving. He couldn't even tell if they were breathing from where he stood away from them, and he wasn't willing to get any closer to see. Not after the Casino. Not with hordes of undying and infected roaming about. Not with whispers of shadows and teeth and other unexplained nightmares that had circulated about the airwaves before the radio had gone black.
it was better, he figured, to just move on. To not take that chance, because normal people did not just stand stock still in the middle of a zombie infested city covered in fog.
[ Rolling a 2 ] You walk around the fog and trip over something. As you involuntarily look at it, you see the rotting face of someone familiar to you. Shaken, you backtrack. The body and obstacle are gone. [ +10 infection, ADD THIS TO YOUR OOC INFECTION RATE TALLY ].
Being alone in all this did absolutely nothing for an already skittish personality. The longer he wandered, the worst it seemed to get until he was jumping at shadows, flinching away from things that weren't there, or pressing palms to his ears to drown out murmurs of voices that couldn't possibly have been real, and didn't have any bearing on anything that was happening now.
He thought he heard his father. Harsh and berating. The disapproval oh peers. The judgement of that cruel little voice at the back of his head that had been nearly a constant throughout his junior year in high school.
Humming didn't exactly drown it out, but it provided something of a distraction, reckless though it was. At first it was bits of familiar songs, but those had dissolved into mindless tunes, and finally into just noise.
It caught off abruptly as he tripped over something big, stumbling, and as Liam caught himself with hands on the ground he gave a horrified, half strangled scream as he peered down into the face of his Harvard.
It set him down hard against the broken concrete, and he had to scramble to find his feet again as he pulse jumped straight into his throat, damn near choking him. It was a struggle to breath. "Jesus Christ." He was dead. Harvard was dead. He didn't like the man, actively disliked him 90% of the time, but <********>, he hand't wanted him dead!
"s**t. s**t s**t s**t." He keened as he turned, looking again, tentatively back tracking, but the head wasn't where it should have been. he didn't see it now. Didn't see any blood on the ground. Didn't see a body. There was nothing. Nothing.
Hands cupped against the sides of his neck, Liam felt himself teetering, nerves strained. He wasn't sure how much more of these he could take before he all out snapped.
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[ Rolling 1 ] You walk around in the fog, entirely lost. You begin to hear someone talking to you, and it sounds like yourself. They mock you for being such a failure in the trials so far with clear examples of when. The fact that they know scares you. [ +5 infection, ADD THIS TO YOUR OOC INFECTION RATE TALLY ].
You're never making it out of this.
Fingers tangled in unruly hair, voice pitched in a near constant low grade keening.
Just a failure. No one cares about you. Not your family, not your friends. No one. You don't belong here. You don't belong with them.
He shook his head, eyes closing tightly. He couldn't see anyways, it didn't matter. Blind. He'd been wandering around blindly for hours. The Fog never ended. It just kept going and going. Why was he still trying?
You're nothing.
Stupid.
Sinful.
Wrong.
Useless.
"No no no, stop." It wasn't true. It wasn't true. it wasn't sure.
It couldn't be true.
Nothing!
"Stop it!"
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[ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100
Name: Liam Johnson Faction: University Rank: Freshman Character's journal link:Here Weapon: Crow bar Status: 50 HP
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Sunny escaped from the casino into the thickening fog, wheezing. Running wasn't her strong suit.
While the fog made it hard to see, it sure beat being entirely blind again. There wasn't much of a difference because the fog was so thick, but she squinted and pressed onward hoping to reach a clearing. Alas, it never came and she stumbled about helplessly.
The events of the casino ran through Sunny's thoughts over and over again. It seemed as if everything was ending horribly as of late. It was then that she heard footsteps behind her. Is someone following me? Perhaps someone from the casino, she feared. It wasn't fair; she bought herself out and she wouldn't go back. Sunny started to run again, huffing. To where, she didn't know.
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Character's name: Sunny Day Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: #145 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fair-skinned Sunny stands at a tall 5'10 accompanied by long, wavy, annoyingly thick brown hair. She has an average build with a somewhat thin appearance; however, this is a result of metabolism more than positive health choices. Uniform:Trick-or-Treater Costume
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[ Infection Rate ]: 10 /100
She spotted the exit! A clearing, finally. Sunny continued running from the footsteps and towards the exit. She'd be out of this soon, she expected.
Sunny ran, and then she jogged, and then she wheezed and huffed and settled for walking towards the clearing. Any time now, she hoped.
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Character's name: Sunny Day Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: #145 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fair-skinned Sunny stands at a tall 5'10 accompanied by long, wavy, annoyingly thick brown hair. She has an average build with a somewhat thin appearance; however, this is a result of metabolism more than positive health choices. Uniform:Trick-or-Treater Costume
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[ Infection Rate ]: 15/100
Sunny slowed and the footsteps began again. "No.." she was short of breath. "I have.. have to keep going." She mustered some energy and started to power walk.
Ahead, a hospital appeared. It was like some mysterious mirage forcing its way out of the fog. "I need a break," she huffed and headed for the hospital. It was the only landmark in this mess anyway. Briefly she wondered if this was the same hospital she had heard about on the radio the other day, but it couldn't be. The place looked an abandoned mess.
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Character's name: Sunny Day Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: #145 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fair-skinned Sunny stands at a tall 5'10 accompanied by long, wavy, annoyingly thick brown hair. She has an average build with a somewhat thin appearance; however, this is a result of metabolism more than positive health choices. Uniform:Trick-or-Treater Costume
What was up with the visual blindness that Jay had to constantly deal with! Wasn't being blinded by head trauma bad enough! However, such thoughts were short as he felt July tug his hand. Soon enough, Jay was taking lead and practically dragging his lover away. The only way they could go was into this thick as jellied brain fog or maybe it was thicker, so they went and didn't look back. Not that he wanted to, he had an itching feeling he was being followed... by more than just his lover.
Jay clutched July's hand, not willing to lose him in this awful fog. As they walked through the eerie fog, he could hear infected... or something... Or was he just being paranoid? As they moved, in mid stride, he kicked something. He stopped to crouch down to see what it was. His eyes widened as he saw a corpse... a disgusting, smelly, rotting corpse. The worse part was that it was someone he knew... a dear friend of his. "James?... James Addision...I-I thought you were in Phili...? H-how.." His eyes brimmed with tears but only briefly as July tugged him along. There was nothing he could do for his friend.. and they had to continue on. (+10)
Jay was startled as July started to talk to nothingness. He even pointed to something and said there were people there. Jay looked and looked but there was nothing. Feeling a wave of paranoia invade him again, he squeezed his lovers hand and forcefully tugged him along. If there were people there... Jay couldn't see then and thus they were in danger.
The only sound Jay could hear was their own footsteps as well as others. He didn't know if they were other survivors or the infected... or animal. ********! He just didn't know! The fog was insanely thick and he could feel himself losing himself. The worse part was that he knew July was as well... it had to be the fog... they had to make it out. 'It's your fault that James died... You were selfish and only saved July' A voice rang. Jay shook his head to remove his voice from his head. 'You didn't even go back for Xia... and she was carrying yours and July's child. You are a worthless coward... July will never forgive you.' Jay's eyes filled with tears as he screamed, "SHUT UP! YOU ARE WRONG! SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT THE ******** UP!" He yanked July's hand and took off running through the fog. (+5)
When they finally came to a stop, Jay panted and looked to his lover. July looked like he saw a ghost and tugged him along. He was exhausted and wanted to stop but July forced him to continue. Whatever the other saw... Jay understood they had to leave.
Just as Jay thought the voices were gone, they started up again. This time he was too tired to yell at them or really hear their taunting words. He panted more, wiping the sweat from his face. "D-Did you...S-Say something... July?... D-Do you hear them?" He asked, looking at him with desperation. He wasn't going crazy... n-no... he couldn't be. 'You would have been better off dead... July doesn't need you... you only hold him back... You stole his happiness... He only stayed with you because he felt obligated.' Jay's eyes filled with tears, squeezing July's hand. "I-Im sorry... I-I... please forgive me..." He mumbled and cried. His lovers comforts were more than helpful and soothed him so they could continue. (+5)
Nothingness, for what felt like miles. The eerie moaning of the infected, the echoing footsteps of the unknown. Jay wasn't sure how much more he could handle. He jumped from his lover suddenly stopping. He watched as July crouched down and cried. He apologized to the corpse and called him Emery... Emery was.. July's brother.. Xia's husband. Jay's shoulders dropped as he thought of how he had wrong their family. They didn't even try to go back for them... They left them for dead. He leaned in to comfort July, seeing him sob as he touched the ground... there wasn't anything there. Jay's expression completely changed, squeezing July's hand and pulling him along. It made him wonder if... the corpse he had seen was really there.
After what felt like more miles, there seemed to be an end... The fog... it was less dense up ahead. Jay pulled July along quickly, emerging from dense fog. He wiped the sweat from his brow again, looking his lover over. "A-are you okay?" He asked, appraising him. He then looked around once he knew July was alright. He nudged July as he pointed to the abandoned hospital. "Might be better than the fog... What do you think?" He asked, looked back to the fog.
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Infection Rate: 20/100 Character's name: Jayson "Jay" Slider Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:#131 Character's survival stats: GO HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Jay stands as 5' 11" and has a very athletic build. He has short strawberry blond hair and green eyes. He has sleeve tattoos on both arms and a small tattoo on his chest. He has piercing on his left ear.
Shaun ran with the rest, his natural instinct for getting lost in the crowd playing against him as he also lost sight of his friends. Soon, he lost sight altogether, a strange fog closing in around him and making it impossible to tell friend from foe, wall from freedom. He wasn't even sure about himself.
Everyone is infected. Everyone is infected
Shaun, you lazy boy, get over here, gimme that bottle, good boy
All right, kid, heres the plan, you go in there, and you...
He dripped over something in the floating, foggy nothingness, and the glimpse he got was unnerving. Shaun, you stupid, lazy boy he thought he almost heard, How can you leave your own mother like this? Confused, he walked back to see if it was, somehow, terribly her.
Nothing. There was nothing.
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[ Infection Rate ]: NUMBER HERE 10/100
HP: 50/50
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction: Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Shaun stopped running – he didn't know where he was going, anyway. He just wandered, searching for people. The radio did not help – it spat out static and half words, nothing real, no voices, nothing. Suddenly, before him, a circle of... people! The fog seemed to thin, and Shaun ran to them. Whatever faction they were, they were people... people! “Hello!” he called out, “Hey, hey!”
Nothing. No response. But they were there, they were... they just were... silent. Unmoving. Uncaring. “Guys?”
Nothing.
Fear gripped Shaun and he bolted, back into the mists. I am alone. I am so alone. he whimpered, I am so, so very alone... And the thought terrified him.
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[ Infection Rate ]: NUMBER HERE 20/100
HP: 50/50
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction: Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
Shaun felt sick, nauseous, tired and miserable and thick, as though he was made of leather or weak noodles. He could barely move, his limbs dragging along. Had he felt this way before, back at the... at the casino.
Oh no. Oh no. Was he drugged again? His skin burned, itching, and he scratched at it fearfully. He didn't want to be drugged. He didn't want that collar back on. “No, no no...” He gasped as he stumbled over something...
A body.
No.
Lots of bodies, all grinning unnatrually, all bloated and stitched and... Shaun screamed and ran, out into the mists...
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[ Infection Rate ]: NUMBER HERE 20/100
HP: 50/50
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction: Prison Character's Rank: Officer Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible. He has a cute teddy bear (or is it a monkey?) backpack that he uses to carry stuff in. Its really cute.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
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6Total: 6 (1-6)
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It reminded him of when all the s**t began. The darkness and confusion of screams and yells as everyone struggled to fit out of the doors of the casino. He had felt his hand grabbed by Aaron and Judas on the other side, but his light frame had been shoved away from them through the stampede of people moving through into... This fog is worse than the dark. Kaethus thought as he stumbled around in it.
"AARON!" He called out with nothing coming back his way except the distant echo of his own voice. That was pretty much useless now. Kaethus tripped over something and moved through the swirling whiteness into nothingness. Did I die or become blind again? It didn't seem like it could really be real like this. But then again, nothing seemed real anymore.
"DAMN!" Something could see in the fog, just not him and he jumped to avoid it, rolling over himself and standing while chattering voices moved around. "What?!" He called. "Infected..." The voices trailed off and he shook his head. Only it wouldn't go away. Was it Aaron? Or something worse? Kaethus blinked and let out a hollow laugh.
"You've really lost it this time." He said to himself, turning away to walk a few steps. His eyes focused on the nothingness... But was that light there? A break in the fog? He started to jog towards it. Maybe I can get back to the Prison, maybe Aaron's there. He thought, allowing cautious optimism into himself as he continued forward.
Only, the "light" never moved. Never got closer and he felt like he'd been jogging for a long while now, his eyes only focused on it. A run started, then a sprint until Kaethus tripped down to his knees, panting as he stared out to it. The only thing that had moved was him. Alone.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 5 /100 Character's name: Kaethus Lazaris Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link: [ #130 ] Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER22 years old, 5'10'' with long brown hair and blue eyes. Wearing his jumpsuit with the sleeves tied around his waist, white tanktop showing. A joker, full of himself but jumps into things and doesn't back down. Occasionally a dumbass. Criminal background mostly in pick-pocketing and shoplifting.
The fog is terrible, and ominous. Being out of the casino had only led him straight to hell now, and what's worse is that he lost his brother again. "Kaethus! Where are you?" He called out to him, but there's nothing.
He wonders around in the fog as he tries to find his way out somehow. For a moment he thought he head his name, and he looks around with a frantic gaze in his eye. "Kaethus? Is that you?"
"No, he's not here . . ."
The man froze in his stance, feeling the chill down his spine in hearing a voice, but it sounded like himself. "What?! Who's there?" "It's me, you idiot. I'm telling you that Kaethus is not here." It made him stop walking around and came to a stop within the fog. "Not . . . here?" "Kaethus doesn't need you. He's a grown man now and you need to live your own life instead of trailing behind. In fact . . . you're the one who need him! Because you're a weak man. And you're going to bring him down to the ashes of your parents. What kind of brother are you?" Aaron gasp at what this voice told him, his heart was racing harder against his chest. It pounds so hard that he can no longer hear the voice again . . .
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Infection rate: 5/100
Character's name: Aaron Lazaris Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Giant muscle man at 6'5", dirty blond hair, one blue eye with a black eye patch over his right eye and burn marks on his face. Wearing an orange jumpsuit with the sleeves ripped off. He's a scary man, strong, but overprotective of his family and friends.
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Alone. The word echoed as he picked himself back up and started walking again. He grabbed hold of his jumpsuit and pulled the sleeves back on, feeling that it was a little cold. A chill? There was no wind here. There was nothing here. Yet the chill persisted and he continued on, feeling like he'd been in a better position some days ago when he was actually blind.
Something in the corner of his eye drew his attention and he turned his gaze into the direction and froze. Were those... eyes? He picked up his pace. Someone was there, someone had to be. Were they friendly? Were they an enemy? Were they even human?! Kaethus felt a panic move into his walk and he shifted his gaze as he moved, only to see more and more eyes in different areas.
Once or twice he stopped to get a sense of where he was and where they were, but they weren't there anymore. Was it his imagination? Kaethus continued, hearing a distinct breathing behind him but there were no more signs of eyes. Just what the hell is going on?
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[ Infection Rate ]: 10 /100 Character's name: Kaethus Lazaris Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link: [ #130 ] Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER22 years old, 5'10'' with long brown hair and blue eyes. Wearing his jumpsuit with the sleeves tied around his waist, white tanktop showing. A joker, full of himself but jumps into things and doesn't back down. Occasionally a dumbass. Criminal background mostly in pick-pocketing and shoplifting.
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"Aaron, if you can hear me I'm over here!" He wanted to try again, he wanted anything other than that strange noise that kept following him. Was that a pair of eyes...? NOT AGAIN! Kaethus was tired of this. A long time ago someone had called the brothers the "Fight and Flight Brothers". Kaethus was the latter and once again he was living up to it as he began another blind sprint from the fog.
The same sets of eyes stared at him and would vanish just as quickly as before. Was he being chased? The breath he heard wasn't his own, he felt it was closer to wheezing than anything. "Back off!" He shouted into the nothingness, nearly tripping over his own legs.
It was instinct. run Run RUN! A shout rang out from inside his body and he kept on it, but whatever was there could keep pace with him. His body lunged forward and he went on his knees, panting and shaking his head, looking back to the fog while he struggled to get his breath back. Slowly he turned back forward, staring up at a gate. "Better... than... out there...." The words were a struggle and he pushed himself back to his feet to move forward.
"Aaron you better be close. And Judas..." He hoped his brother and friend were safe now. And what about his faction members? Was Monica here? The Boss? Slowly he moved forward.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 15 /100 Character's name: Kaethus Lazaris Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link: [ #130 ] Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER22 years old, 5'10'' with long brown hair and blue eyes. Wearing his jumpsuit with the sleeves tied around his waist, white tanktop showing. A joker, full of himself but jumps into things and doesn't back down. Occasionally a dumbass. Criminal background mostly in pick-pocketing and shoplifting.
Character's name: Shaun Sawyer
