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It was so strange, Joy Ann swore that she felt like someone was watching her, even though she couldn't see anything in the mist. How could someone be watching her if they couldn't see her?

She shivered, the feeling of chills running down her spine as she thought she heard another voice... It was so distracting that she almost didn't realize when she could see people again. Eight people to be exact, and all standing in a circle...

"Excuse me, have you seen..?" she left her question hanging in the air when she realized that none of them were blinking. None of them had turned at the sound of her voice either. She waved a hand in front of one's eyes---still nothing. Creepy.

The former teacher shivered again and then slowly backed away. ...Maybe she had imagined them? She was certainly exhausted and reaching the end of her rope. What she would have given to be back in her cell!

[ Infection Rate: 20 / 100 ]

Elliot did not mess around. As soon as the guns started shooting, he was already half way to the exit. His breathing was laboured and he stumbled but he managed to leave the casino without injury. Outside he slowed a little, squinting. There was so much fog. He paused and looked behind him - a stampede of people were heading this way and he picked up the pace - majority rules. The fog seemed to get thicker the further he went and he could barely see in front of him. So it was safe to say that he didn't notice the infected until it tried to grab him.

He managed to stumble out of the way,, tripping over the door of a car. Now, aware of the danger, he noticed several more closing in. He pulled himself up and started to run. Voices whispered to him and he slowed - scanning this way and that. He recognised those voices - he'd laughed with those voices, shared secrets with those voices.
Ella.
Manny.
Michael.
But the voices twisted and he didn't recognise them anymore and they were whispering horrible things. He kept running, tripping over his feet and debris. Hands clamped over his ears so hard he thought his head might pop like a balloon. But the voices kept calling - screaming now - and he tripped, landing hard on the ground, blood trickling down from his lip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Everyone is infected.

He didn't want to get up anymore. It didn't matter anymore - he was infected. Eventually he would die and he would return not himself to inflict horror upon everyone else. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the sky - or at least, where he thought the sky was. The fog was still thick and he reached an arm up, swirling it. He realised he was breathing heavily and he closed his mouth. Only the breathing continued and he realised that it didn't sound human at all. He sat up and looked in the direction he came and saw eyes, blinking at him in the distance.

Elliot got to his feat, shakily. The eyes disappeared but he could still hear the breathing and he started running again. He had to get out of the fog. He thought he felt breathing on his neck and swung his arms around, trying to bat away whatever was near him. Eyes shut tight with fear, he didn't notice the gate until he'd smacked into it. Frantically, he shoved and the rusted hinges groaned in protest before the gate swung open and he stepped inside. The fog seemed to clear and reveal the remains of a hospital - or a similar medical facility. There were infected and Elliot decided to seek shelter inside the hospital.

She kept running. She wanted to purge the image from her mind, but the smiling face, the stitches, the open chest...they swam in her head with the image of the woman cut apart. The images of death, of people she knew in those situations came to her unbidden. Anyone could be out there, anyone could be dead. All of them. Everyone. She might be alone.

She ran on. They were following her, she knew. She didn't know who they were, but they were there. She could hear them. And there, there was the leader of the prison group... no. He wasn't there. It must have been a shadow. Autumn scratched at her arm, listening. She wasn't alone.

Taking of at a run, she could clearly hear the sounds of pursuit behind her. Breathing and shuffling, something that didn't sound like a person. She didn't want to look at it. So she ran some more. She caught glimpses of people. Here and there, she heard them saying things. But They weren't there when she really looked...and whether they were lost in the fog or not real Autumn had no idea nor any time to question.

For she was not alone, and the thing or things behind her was relentlessness. "Please," she said, almost crying, "please." What she was asking she had no idea. "Please," she whispered as she turned to see eyes many eyes. Autumn screamed again.

She ran, and the fog was all she could see.



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[ Infection Rate ]:25 /100

[ Infection Rate ]: NUMBER HERE 15/100

She felt so heavy. Sleepy even. Every movement was difficult. So heavy. She felt dizzy, and she just wanted to lay down and sleep. head head drifted down and she saw bodies, bodies everywhere.

Carefully she flipped on over. "What?" It looked like the Joker, except it's heart was removed. Just... This was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. she took off, running as fast as she could. It would catch up with her. she didn't want to end up like that. Even if she died, she didn't want to be butchered to death.

"Can't they just let an old women die in peace?" the voices grew louder but she had a feeling this hell was not her own. her hell generally involved her children dying. being mauled by a bear or robber. rarely did her video games turn into her nightmares and this wasn't like anything she ever played.

This isn't my nightmare."

Calab ran until he felt like he was being watched. He wasn't sure why he took the time to look back, but he did. Their were eyes, and then breathing. Calab turned his head forward, how he'd not heard it sooner? The sound panted after him, joining with a random voice now and then, he wasn't sure he could hear his own voice in his head anymore. He glanced back again, the eyes were gone, but the sounds persisted. Calab kept running.

The noise of shots, people screaming, the smell of blood as they all pushed forward, shoving and moving anyone who was around. Any sort of resistances to it would have resulted in being more or less trampled by the mob of people wanting to escape the casino. Harper could not blame anyone for wanting to get as far away as possible from the former shinning lights. She followed the mob, searching for any sign of a familiar face, Corey, Cecil, Liam, anyone, but soon she was easily led out and dumped into fog. Keep moving, she told herself, heading forward far away from the casino, and the sounds of fear slowly fading into the distance. Soon Harper found herself losing all sense of direction in greyness.

The fog was thick, almost cold, faint to touch, taking the joke phrase of as thick as pea soup to heart. Never ending, Harper thought as she tried to reach out in front of her. Nothing, continuous nothing as she kept walking forward as the thought of calling out lingered in her mind. There were voices; they kept speaking sounding like some of the other university members. “Hello?” Harper kept walking in the direction she heard them but every time she grew closer the further away they seemed. They didn’t stop, the voices, they kept going on, telling her things, reminding about how she needed to do her homework or that they needed to call her sister. It started to grow worse, it joked about Corey being a delicacy for dinner, how her sister jumped to her death, her father murdered by his co-workers and how they would all come back lingering as undying.

“Everyone is infected.” Harper pressed her hands over her ears, over and over and over it kept singing. Footsteps grew slower and slower, she stumbled clutching her chest as infected, she would be infected. Soon, soon, the more she wandered the more it grew closer and closer. Where was she, the faint idea of the real world, or no maybe it was another place. The thought was confusing, she didn’t know. Infected that was she was wasn’t it?

She stumbled again, tripping over something lying on the ground. She paused lying there as if almost confused for a moment with what she was doing. Tripped, yes, ground, yes, she turned around looking for what it was that she had hit. It was her, her sister, the flesh peeling from her face as the sockets where eyes once where stared in her direction. “NO!” Shrinking back she closed her eyes, shaking her head trying to tell herself that it was a dream, it was imaginary, it was the infection confusing her. Opening the she saw nothing her mind screaming wrong, wrong, it had to have been there.


[ Infection Rate ]: 10 /100
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Muttering, Harper kept walking, her feet no longer moving in a straight line as her nails started to dig into her skin. The voices where louder, they kept speaking, arguing in her head, laughing as they insisted that soon it would all end. She would be mad, mad like everyone else and she would no longer need to worry. Death would follow and then she wouldn’t remember, remember yes yes, just like the faces she kept seeing. Stretching her hands out, talking them, before they would fade back into the fog.

Somewhere, they had to be somewhere Harper thought reaching a clearing. People, eight, she thought, maybe she didn’t think standing there.

“Hello, who are you. Where is this?” She tried to ask, they didn’t respond, she kept asking, or maybe she kept imagining she was asking. It was silent, silent except the words in her head still speaking. They wouldn’t answer her; she reached out and touched them but nothing. Hitting, she tried anything, screaming at them, pulling but still they did nothing. Soon there was another face, other faces again and she needed them. Had to follow the some place, the voices where still insisting she had to go.


[ Infection Rate ]: 15 /100
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