Apparently, Juliette had arrived too late without even realizing she had been tardy to the little event. It been just seconds, perhaps minutes, of just missing the facade of the misshapen and corrupted form that was of the Commodore. Juliette hadn't even suspected a thing had been amiss with everyone else.

In actuality, the old woman had no idea where she was at all. The last clearish memory she had was being inside of the hospital, in a room with blood dripping from her fingers. She had been terrified of what she had supposedly done, horrified. Her mind went a mile a minute, she felt like throwing up - she might have with how ill she felt. It wasn't like she had passed out, perhaps her mind had just gone blank and the only viable response to such an event was to run. Because now she was outside of the building - hopefully not too far, her mind raced, panicked that she was too close to the fog.

But she was near a shed with an ominous sign and a horrible wailing. Moaning and gasping as hands and limbs inched out from whatever cracks they could manage. Juliette backed up from the sight of it, her head shaking vigorously. "Nonononono...." How did she get out here? And why did she come to this spot?

She barely registered the others that lingered about, having battled against a terrible foe. The only other thing she realized was that the knife she had used was still in her hand.


Quote:
hp: 50/50
weapon: Knife
Damage:
Not!Commodore's HP: ??/100

[ Infection Rate ]: 55 - 50 /100


User ImageCharacter's name: Juliette Carver
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: meep
Character's survival stats: meep
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 60, female, tall and lean, mostly grey long hair with bits of her remaining black. Misses her cats from old and now the new. Wearing simple slacks and a sweater with an umbrella patch on it.