If the gunfire didn't kill Grayson, the noise would. If that didn't, the paranoia would. And if that didn't, the infection would. He put his hand to his forehead, rubbing between his brows, as if that would somehow decrease the voices and noise surrounding him, mentally and physically. Even as he did that, he panicked upon closing his eyes, wincing as the stares he got. Was he getting stares? He couldn't tell, it was as if the walls were staring at him. The walls seemed to have eyes, as his anxiety grew worse. It felt as if the fog around him fogged up his mind, his vision growing hazy. He squinted, wincing as the effort it took, because his full attention should not be directed towards a mysterious (bad?) object in the distance.
It had to be hazy because he was seeing faces. No, that person was dead, nope. That person was somewhere else, nope. Were walls becoming people?! That was just bizarre. But upon closer inspection, the faces faded back into plain walls. Grayon's blue eyes couldn't discern the difference between reality and paranoia. But he was diagnosed twenty twenty vision, so that was a negative bonus.
"Everyone's infected."
So even the faces in the walls were infected. Great, that calmed him down. Everyone - that included his previous bandmates. It seemed like, the moment the thought occurred, the voices followed. Before he registered the guilty feelings that his thoughts were headed to, it had already materialized itself into voices. Instead of the metal screaming they frequently sang, it was the screaming voices of being left behind.
Grayson couldn't change that, as desperately as he wanted to. He had only been able to save himself. The conversation may have been repeated to a faceless wall, that wasn't so faceless to Grayson's fractured mind. He may not have realized tears were running down his angry expression, as he punched the wall with such intensity, he didn't realize his knuckles were bleeding. He didn't feel the pain, did that mean he was infected even more? His nails dug into his palms, following against the wall with a pathetic carving of his name. Even his bleeding nails, that didn't hurt. But he felt so itchy all over .. Was it his layers? He refused to discard his classy clothes, even with the circumstances being what they were. If he lost himself, at least his corpse would be identifiable by someone. Unless there was nobody that recognized him was left.. or if nobody was left at all .. He had to keep going despite all of that. But the next step was so hard to take.. everything was so hard to see .. except the faces of his bandmates again.
He smeared their names into the wall before heading forward, dragging his battered body step by step. At least, all of their names were together, even if they would never be again.
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Character's name: Grayson Character's faction: Faction 3 / Apartments Character's journal link: Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Reference | looks like a visual kei dude when not in mechanic clothes, blue-white hair with black and white streaks, stylish white shirt with short cropped black jacket, trendy black pants, gloves, decorated guitar [ Infection Rate ]: NUMBER HERE 25/100
[ Rolling a 6 ] At last you come to the exit of the fog! You run towards it, and it seems to continue the same distance as you run on and on and on. Eventually, you realize that you were not getting any closer to the exit. [ +5 infection, ADD THIS TO YOUR OOC INFECTION RATE TALLY ]
[ 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. [ +5 infection, ADD THIS TO YOUR OOC INFECTION RATE TALLY ]
[ 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 ]
"Kaethus? A-aaron?" Judas called tentivaly. "Come on guys... This isn't funny anymore!" God he hated the dark, and this ******** fog only made it worse. Judas wandered around aimlessly, his arms wrapped tightly around himself as he shivered to himself. It felt like hours since he'd last seen the boys. He wondered how long it had really been.
Finally, Judas saw light. What, he assumed to be light, to be honest, he didn't give a ********. He just wanted out of this damned fog, out of the dark. He wanted to be able to see. So he ran. He would have cried, had he had the sense about him, but instead he tripped over himself, over who knows what and ran as fast as his tired, battered legs would carry him.
However, he was getting nowhere. Nothing seemed to move closer. The light never drew near. "s**t." He cursed, panting. "Damn it!" Came the scream. "Damn it damn it damn it!"
A noise caught his attention, and Judas realized he wasn't alone. Something was breathing beside him. "...Aaron? Kae? Come on guys... tell me it's you.." It wasn't, at all. Judas screamed when he saw the eyes, tripping and falling backwards in a haste to scramble away from whatever it was.
"I'm ********." Judas mumbled. "I'm screwed by myself." 'That's right... What can you do on your own.' Came a voice. 'You're pathetic. Scrawny. Hell on your first outting, you dislocated you're damn arm. What could you do to help anyone.' It continued. "Shut up shut up!" Judas screamed, covering his ears as he squeezed his eyes shut. "You're slowing them down. What are you gonna do when the inmates turn on you? They could have killed you easily... They still might." "No! No they won't!" They had no reason to do something like that right?? Would they kill him?? Terrified was beyond what Judas was.
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Character's name: Judas Cain Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Stats Character description:Normally looks like this [ Infection Rate ]: 15/100
Rufus had done an amazing job of conning several people out of their coins but - in the end, running was what he did best. He was gone before the second flicker of lights indicated darkness was going to offer them a chance for freedom, and he was lost in the fog before he'd even noticed it existed.
Twice he'd thought he'd found the way out, but after an exhausted burst of running, he finally collapsed on the ground with despair. It was then that he saw a face; so familiar, so close to someone he could have sworn he'd known so long ago, and yet why would he want to admit to that memory? The face was rotting away in front of him; the skin peeled, the eyes sunk back into the head, and Rufus was back on his feet before he could watch another moment of it. When he looked again, it was gone. And so was just a little sliver of what he assumed was the sanity that kept him going this far.
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Character's name: Rufus Moran Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: GO HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Character description: Charming personality, ambitious as hell, cheerful and always smiling, even as he's walking away with your wallet. But he means well, and does his part! Physical description: A giant puff of curly, wide hair on his head; startling grey eyes; tanned skin, and a toned frame; slightly eccentric clothing (it's clear he puts a lot of thought into what he wears) Close up and full body
He had his coins. He had been lucky, spoken to many people, played the pointless games all under the watchful eyes of the guards and dealers who probably were wondering to roast or boil him to get the old man flavor out of him while watching him sweat to get some superficial currency. But he followed their rules, played in their house, and he had gotten the coins. He had given all he had to the University to help save whoever he could, and yet even he worried that it would be retracted. These people had a grave system set up but while starvation lead them to some crazy justice system for picking their next meal, if too many won, the house had to win somehow. They would find a way to justify taking what they needed. The dealers didn't work for free, he was sure.
The call was announced and everyone gathered and the panic could be heard from those who hadn't made it, and while he felt a twisting in hearing that sound, that tone of those knowing their own death was upon them, scream out, he looked to see with a sickening relief that they were not wearing jerseys.
The gunfire started as the crowd shouted, either against the sick game they participated in or to defend those they didn’t' want to see die. Morris stepped back, looking on, and that's when the whole place shoot and the shooting started. To his right, a large aquarium broke from the stray bullets and as the mob started to run, he knelt down, aquarium water spilling over him as he tried to look about.
What he felt was a fish flapping on the ground, and looking about, he reached for a table and found a cup to fill to dip into the tank. Why? He didn't know. He just did, and he placed it in the cup. Then, taking the fish, he ran with everyone out of the casino, hand over the cup as he left the casino.
And he ran over and over into the dark, away from the gunfire, away from the noise, but he saw nothing. It was all a thick fog he hadn't see ever before when he came here or around the University. The weather had changed overnight, and he couldn't see where he was going.
Sweating, his eyes looking about, his wet clothes clung to his body as he panted hard from exertion and feeling his heart ache as he tried to run but could feel himself stagger.
Weak-kneed, he tripped and jerked to keep the cup up, water spilling out but keeping half for the fish as it turned about. Looking back, he saw a face.
A student.
Erika Jordan, a prized student, graduated, that was on the track for a master's that year. He hadn't seen her since the incident. Now he had.
Gasping, eh staggered back, clutching the cup to his chest and turned to look at her, but there was nothing there. Just fog.
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Rockbender rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 5:44 pm
[ 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 ].
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Away... Shard ran away from the chaos in the darkened casino dashing around the bouncers guarding the doors. One of them took a swing at her with a knife and her military training took over. Moments later she was leaving the guard with a sore jaw and hefting a small dagger -- or long knife -- depending how you looked at it... She didn't care, she was armed for the first time since this chaos started.
She ran until she didn't hear anyone around her anymore. Then she began to notice the fog. "Pea soup" didn't cover it... this was just as unnaturally thick... It was like trying to look through frosted glass. She raised the knife up to her eye and couldn't get a decent reflection.
She looked down and could barely see the ground beneath her feet, so she proceeded cautiously... but -- she looked around wildly -- which way was safe? "Ha!" she thought. "I mean, 'which way is less deadly.'"
Picking a direction, Shard began moving at about half speed. If she intended to make it back to the Mall, she thought it would be in this direction...
...and she stumbled upon a small group of people, all standing mutely in a circle. Not moving or even registering her presence. She took a moment to take this in... None of them were from the Mall... so they were from some other faction... After a few moments trying to communicate with them, Shard gave up and wandered further through the everpresent fog...
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[ Infection Rate ]: 10 / 100 Character's name: Charlotte Dee Williams Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Shard's Journal Character's survival stats: Charlotte Dee WilliamsViewHERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER "Shard" is a very physically fit 5' 10" woman who is only three months out of the Army due to a medical discharge. She has blue eyes and dark-ish blonde hair that seems messy and matted no matter how she tries to style it. She tends to dress in baggy pants (with lots of pockets) and light jackets over plain shirts... and this was *before* joining the military! She was given a medical discharge when an accident dealing with a live grenade cost her her left pinkie finger and most of the feeling in that hand.
Rockbender rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-6)
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 6:04 pm
[ 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. [ +5 infection, ADD THIS TO YOUR OOC INFECTION RATE TALLY ].
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Moving on through the fog, Shard was surprised to notice how much her other senses were kicking in. However, she didn't care for the silence ... and that overpowering smell of rotting plant matter. She began to subconsciously hum to herself to tune out the silence...
...and then she began hearing something over her humming... a thick, rasping breathing like something the size of an elephant with black lung. She didn't actually think she'd see anything through the fog, but she chanced a glance back and saw several pairs of eerie, inhuman, glowing eyes blinking at her through the fog... She swallowed hard and moved on... behind her she could still hear the breathing, but she never looked back for fear the eyes were closer...
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[ Infection Rate ]: 15 / 100 Character's name: Charlotte Dee Williams Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Shard's Journal Character's survival stats: Charlotte Dee WilliamsViewHERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER "Shard" is a very physically fit 5' 10" woman who is only three months out of the Army due to a medical discharge. She has blue eyes and dark-ish blonde hair that seems messy and matted no matter how she tries to style it. She tends to dress in baggy pants (with lots of pockets) and light jackets over plain shirts... and this was *before* joining the military! She was given a medical discharge when an accident dealing with a live grenade cost her her left pinkie finger and most of the feeling in that hand.
He couldn't see, and as he moved, as he heard shouts and whispers, he clung to the cup and cried. Maybe before it would have been silly, a grown man his age crying, but after a month, after so many of them breaking down, it didn't matter. As long as he wasn't screaming.
"Oh dear…..Oh dear."
He stumbled again, but this time kept the cup close, himself steady, and looked only to see the torn body of the professor who welcomed him to the University on his first day. A good friend who he had many lunches with, had his office next to his.
And the body was seeping, moist, and yet the same warm smile was there.
He whined again, standing up and speaking now into the cup. "Gotta watch my step. Not good. Not safe. Could get hurt."
Infection Rate: 20/100
Rockbender rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-6)
Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 6:13 pm
[ 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 ].
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With the odd breathing behind her, Shard was, despite all of her training, just about ready to panic and start running. Only the thought that if she started to run, she was sure to trip, fall, and become lunch for something even worse than the Casino's patrons.
Suddenly, Shard pulled up short. She was back among the circle of people. She looked around and, in the swirling fog, their faces seemed to change, morphing into others she had seen at the Mall and the Casino.
She stared hard at the apparitions, and as she stared at them, they faded back to the faces of the folks in the circle, who still hadn't made a move or even acknowledged her presence.
All of this made her skin crawl and she absentmindedly scratched at her exposed skin, which she noticed with surprise was cold and clammy. "The fog is chilling me down as well as messing with my head." Shard thought and moved on, away from the circle and the breathing.
She was no more than ten steps away from the circle when she began to hear a terrible crunching and munching coming from the circle behind her...
...Shard broke and ran...
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[ Infection Rate ]: 25 / 100 Character's name: Charlotte Dee Williams Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Shard's Journal Character's survival stats: Charlotte Dee WilliamsViewHERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER "Shard" is a very physically fit 5' 10" woman who is only three months out of the Army due to a medical discharge. She has blue eyes and dark-ish blonde hair that seems messy and matted no matter how she tries to style it. She tends to dress in baggy pants (with lots of pockets) and light jackets over plain shirts... and this was *before* joining the military! She was given a medical discharge when an accident dealing with a live grenade cost her her left pinkie finger and most of the feeling in that hand.
Old man.....should have died. All those better than you. Those ones you fall over. They probably died to let you live.
He whimpered again as he walked. It sounded like him. No one sounded like him. it was just LOUDER....distant....here around him.
It was luck at the casino. Lucky at the University.
He slowly walked now, holding the fish.
Infection Rate: 25/100
Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2015 12:28 am
The fog begins to thin. At first, there seems to be no difference between the fog and the grey of the sky. Then, shapes begin to move around them: the infected. For some reason, they are just standing in one place. There are no signs of the undying.
It is almost painfully easy to navigate around the entirely still infected through the thinning fog. As the fog thins through the gates, it reveals that the hospital was next to a massive highway. At the end of the highway is what looks like a small cluster of buildings, accompanied by an impressive skyscraper. The parking lot is also impressive, littered with hundreds of cars that never left the hospital during day zero.
There is suddenly a strange feeling, a sense of trepidation that causes everyone to stop without ever consciously willing themselves to do so. The ground begins to shake, gently at first, and then in large ripples, overturning cars and shattering pieces of pavement-
- The tower in the distance shatters, fragmenting into a burst of green that overtakes the sky-
- Pushing, rocketing everyone backwards, causing their ears to roar, eyes to bleed, causing-
- Pain and then darkness.
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