Gunfire. Screaming. More screaming. Darkness. It was all a whirl and before Kammy could make heads or tails she ran for it. Just ran for everything that she was worth. Her eyes strained in the darkness for the familiar flashes of blue, trying to keep track of the other Uni students but it was difficult, the shots contentiously being fired making it extremely dangerous to linger and locate her allies, and she had no choice but to run. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, adding speed to her flight for freedom.
The urban scenery around her rapidly disappeared under a thickening fog, making it difficult for her to know where she was going. Was this the way back to the University?
Out of the gloom something lunged at her. With a startled shout she narrowly dodged the infected, the figure disappearing into the fog. Now she couldn't see a thing, nearly falling over her own feet a number of times as unseen obstacles tripped her up.
And then she started hearing things. Voices in the gloom. She knew these voices, joy flooding her heart to hear them after so long. But something was off. These weren't the relieved calls from her family...
You should have been there for us. You should have made sure we were safe. You left us behind.
"No I didn't leave you behind.." she tried to reason with them. "I tried to find you. I tried to call you but no one answered..."
We're dead because of you..
"Thats not true!" She shouted, the voices increasingly in intensity, before another voice resonated in her head. It repeated itself over and over again, drowning out everything else. Everyone is infected.
Her hands fumbled for the radio clasped to her pants. "Corey!" She called into it. "Charlotte! HELP!" At first she could only hear static, but as she listened she could pick up broken bits of audio. Crap, the fog must be interfering with the radio.
"Oh crap...am I really infected??" She felt a uncontrollable itch, trying in vain to scratch it away. "Oh man this status effect sucks, need to bail..."
She ran in a random direction, the radio feeding her a random assortment of broken noise. She kept running until a clearing appeared out of the fog. Oh thank god there were people there! She ran up to them, stopping to catch her breath. "I've never been so glad to meet another random person in my life" She breathed. "Okay, how about we make a party and get out of here this place, it's really creepy."
There was no answer, not even a response to her presence. "Hello?" Kammy waved a hand in their face, moved around the group to get their their attention, but still, nothing. "What the hell...." With no other choice she kept going.
It wasn't long before the fog seemed to lighten, and in the distance there appeared to be light. Kammy was so relieved to see a escape, running towards it. But even as she ran the light didn't grow brighter and the fog never lifted. She wasn't getting any closer.
The radio buzzed, and she heard a voice, clear as day. It said Justin's name, he was almost out? She listened closely, and was able to pick up the broken remnants of other Uni students. Her heart stopped at the sound of sobbing, the voice she was sure belonged to Caroline. "LEAVE HER ALONE!" She shouted into the radio, and was surprised to hear a reply.
" Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a fake. Jenna Kamrym is a ******** YOU!" She wasn't a fake!" Kammy ran faster to get out, but the exit still wasn't getting any closer. Rook and Cecil were on the line but she couldn't make out what they were saying, and there was more sobbing but it wasn't Caroline. She couldn't be sure, but if she had to take a guess... "Hitsu? Hitsu!" Judging by the fragmented segments she heard next, she had guessed right. But she didn't know where they were, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get out of this fog.
By the time she did reach a exit she was exhausted, freaked, and nervous as heck. Collapsing on the ground, she held herself and tried to get control of her fractured mind.
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Character's name: Jenna Kamryn Character's faction: University Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kammy has dark brown hair with blonde highlights, teal eyes, and is leaning on the side of short.
[ 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 ]
[ 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 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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Your paranoia begins to build up even more. You begin to get angry as well, and your skin begins to itch sporadically. Sometimes, instead of just voices, you swear you see faces of familiar people in the distance. They always fade away when you stare directly at them.
Brie was with October when the announcement rang out, but had ultimately lost sight of him after the chaos in the casino. With it being pitch black, and the threat of the casinos employees still coming for them all, she made a run for it.
The sound of gunfire and screams in the distance urged her to keep moving, though the fear of anyone she cared about having been stuck behind caused her stomach to churn.
Should she go back? What they were still back there? How could she leave them there?! Hesitantly, she stopped and turned, starting back towards the casino and calling out. "O-Octo--Aaaaaah!" Unaware of the undying until it took a swipe, Brie screamed, tripping over herself, soon scrambling to get to her feet before running in an unknown direction.
She had run for a good distance, and had passed several of the undying as she booked it down the halls, only coming to an abrupt stop when she tripped over an unknown object on the ground. The unexpected tumble caused her to scrape her hands and knees when making contact with the ground.
"Uu.." Easing herself up off the ground, only to nearly fall back again when realizing it wasn't an object, but a corpse she had stumbled over. Familiar in look, the need to run away outweighed the need to inspect the body, though that didn't stop her from looking over her shoulder. Much to her surprise, they had completely vanished. As time went by, the wind catching her cuts caused her to wince and tuck her hands under her arms for protection.
Entirely unsure of what to do now, she trembled, stepping forward. "O-October?" Was there a chance they were still nearby? Was he or Alex, or even Sho looking for her? Oh God, was that body one of them? Was that why they looked familiar? What was should she do? She was alone- terrified even!
With no real plan, she just wandered. Odd, familiar voices and faces led her down random paths, causing her to think her friends or faction were close by. However, anytime she took the effort to actually look, they vanished, making her more irritated over time.
Maybe it was the stress of everything finally getting to her, but the constant static of people trying to speak through the radio didn't seem to improve her mood, resulting in her yelling into the contraption. "I'm so ******** mad, you have no idea!" With that said, the radio was shut off and shoved back into her bag.
Everyone is infected..Everyone is infected..Everyone is infected..
The words were on a loop in her mind, taunting her, while subconsciously she scratched at the growing itch crawling across her skin. "Where is everyone!?" She finally yelled out, uncaring of who or what heard her.
She was angry.
Approaching a group of people all stood in a circle, unmoving, all attempts to get their attention were wasted, as none of them said or did anything in response. "Great. Figures." Well, with or without their help, she needed to get out of here. One way or the other.
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Character's name: Brie Hudson Character's faction: Faction 3 / Apartments Character's journal link: Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Reference Status: Hearing is better, ears still sore. May be permanently damaged. HP: 50 WeaponBroken Bottle (Two 4 sided with no deduction) Infection Rate: 25/100 Your paranoia begins to build up even more. You begin to get angry as well, and your skin begins to itch sporadically. Sometimes, instead of just voices, you swear you see faces of familiar people in the distance. They always fade away when you stare directly at them.
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After what seemed like forever, Bing finally found something.
Oh boy, these guys.
The fog gave way, and there was the sky again! But as he proceeded, Bing realized he could see another wall of fog ahead of him, and to either side. He wasn't out, he was in something that looked like the eye of the storm. And smack dab at its center was a circle of... people?
Bing jogged up, calling out to the group.
Nothing. They didn't react at all. Bing slowed, now wary. He was close enough, they definitely should have heard him. He walked until he could see their faces clearly. He didn't recognize them.
Their own mothers wouldn't recognize 'em.
Frowning, Bing walked right up to one.
"Oi." he said, not shouting since he that could attract Infected. He watched for a reaction, even the tiniest twitch of a muscle, the contraction of the pupil that would tell him this person heard him. Everything he'd learned in the interrogation room told him this person was basically a mannequin. He placed a hand on their shoulder. They were warm, a pulse fluttered under his fingers. So they weren't wax figures.
Bing stepped away from the one and examined each in turn, hoping at least one would snap out of it. None of them did.
Haaaaaaappy Birthday!
Bing turned toward the voice, and saw that an Infected had stumbled out of the fog. He knew better to think that sad shambling thing had spoken, but he kept hearing someone talk...
Anyway, he had to keep going. Reluctantly, Bing left the people behind, and re-entered the fog.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 15 /100
Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up
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4Total: 4 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 12:22 am
The lights turned off, almost just as Monica had found Greta. "Here," said Monica, offering her hand - hitting first Greta's elbow, and then her hand. "Let's...let's run together. I can't see anything."
Oh god. The lights were off - the doors could open! They weren't locked. That meant Monica - that meant Cory was free, if he'd ever been here. He was alive, right? He had to be. "Have you seen Corgi at all?" she asked. "Since...since last night." She sure hadn't, and she'd spent all day that she'd been 'free' looking for him.
"He's - I'm - I'm scared," she confessed. "I don't know where he's gotten to."
Well, it was late at night, right? Midnight. Weird things always seemed to happen at midnight. "I hope he's running..." She wasn't really sure whether Greta was listening: it was nice to just babble out her worries. She couldn't see where she was going, after all, and now there was - fog? Something cold and lonely whispered over Monica's skin. She was immensely glad for the cover of clothing. "I can't..."
There were footsteps behind her, and they sounded scary. "Greta, Greta - what is that sound?" Monica asked. The footfalls echoed lightly - clicked - like claws, maybe? High heels? But they sounded delicate rather than heavy, like a human. Perfectly precise, like a weird robot. And they clicked..."What's going on?" Something was breathing on her neck, and it wasn't the fog. It panted in her ear...
"I'm - ******** - I'm terrified," she confessed.
She turned around. There wasn't - there wasn't anyone behind her. "Greta, wait," she said, clutching her older friend's hand more tightly. "I mean - sorry - am I holding you back?" Eyes, in the fog and in the darkness. Monica felt a shiver run through her body. "I don't know what's going on," she confessed. "Can we...you should lead the way."
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Wearing double handcuff bracelet. Focused, charismatic, loyal, affectionate, excitable, cocky. [ Infection Rate ]: 5 /100
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QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
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This again? Bing eyed the brightness in the fog with distrust. Had he gotten turned around somewhere, and this was just something that happened in a certain area, or was he going crazy-
Infected, darling.
...
Or could it be real?
Bing eventually decided it was worth another try. He ran towards the light once more, and it again ran from him. After several minutes, Bing's breath was ragged, but the pounding of his heart blocked out of the whispering around him. The light stayed ahead of him. Until, suddenly, it let him catch it...
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[ Infection Rate ]: 20 /100
Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes. Waist-Up
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 12:40 am
-forgot to roll derp-
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[Saul entering from Casino, 1/3] It was quite a mess. All of a sudden a mafia-boss-like person appeared outta nowhere and announced that they're still eligible to be 'bought', despite having purchased theirself out, just because they're still inside the Casino.
Talk about twisted logic. Well, with guns on point, there's no arguing against the bunch. They can only hope nobody actually shoots-no, they already shot few peoples dead. The hope is that he won't be the next one-
BLANK.
With a strange sound, everything was covered in darkness. Something must be happened, because everyone in the casino, the boss and the guards included, was screaming in panic. Is this...a chance?
"EVERYONE!" He mustered as loud voice as he can "RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY FROM HERE!!!"
In the pitch-black darkness where anything was unseen, there's a lot of stumbling and crashing sounds-few flashlights are clicked on, but that's the worst thing to do- "TURN OFF THE FLASHLIGHTS! YOU'RE GIVING THEM YOUR POSITION!" he tossed the now-useless bag of coins to the ones with their lamps on, cautioning them. A 'clang' sound was heard near him-what was that?
He used the LED-backlight of his electronic watch to see what item produced the sound---it was a still-bloodied carving knife.
A sense of disgust filled him, but it's still a good item to have. Wiping the bloodstains from he-don't-need-to-know-where on a nearby fallen tablecloth, he crawled slowly but surely to the way out...
After a while of running, he was...
...lost?
The herd of Faction members and casino guests slowly thinned without him noticing. After a while, there's absolutely nothing around him else than thick blanket of fog. The sense of time, distance, everything...was slowly fading. Saul can't determine where to he was walking to. At first there's only silence around him, but...
"Everyone is infected. You are infected." The sound was coming from every direction, albeit sounding like they're coming from far away. Infected? Me? When? Was it...the blood from earlier? Looking at his still blood-stained hand, he tried his best to rub the dried stains away, causing his skin to redden and became inflamed.
Thud. "Hmm?" He kicked something soft- As he looked downward, a familiar face, albeit already rotting stares back at him. "Dyla-" Srrk.
The supposedly dead body moved. Surprised, Saul jumped back and ran at opposite direction for a full minute. After a while, his mind snapped back and he ran back to the place 'Dylan' was lying.
But he found nothing. Illusion? Or maybe he's hallucinating? -or maybe, he's turning...crazy?
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[ Infection Rate ]: 10/100 Character's name: Saul Goodman Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: OK BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER S'all good, man!
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5Total: 5 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 12:44 am
[2/3]
He's...crazy? No, it can explain many things. Days which felt longer than usual, the strange happenings, holes in his memories...unexplained recovery of wounds-
It never happened in reality. It's only in his imagination-a fantasy of his.
No, really? A strange sense of sleepiness overwhelms him, like a pure white blanket...
Squish. Squish.
His feet felt like stomping on soft things, and thus he looked down. Bodies, lying down. It looks like they're sleeping, but he can't see any movement-
Still in hazy state of mind, he carelessly flipped one of the nearest body.
"..."
It's dead. Somehow the face has been stitched in a permanent smiling position, and anything inside their chest cavity has been removed. Only a scar remains shut. The skin looked very pale and strangely moist-like it has been marinated in salt water.
No. This is just another hallucination he dreamed... -wasn't it?
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[ Infection Rate ]: 20/100 Character's name: Saul Goodman Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: OK BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER S'all good, man!
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[3/3] He's crazy. He's hallucinating. Saul, somehow or other, now can 'accept' that as his current state of mind.
Mindlessly trudging through the thick, damp fog, he can see glimpses of something walking beside him. But when the wind blows, separating them with a thin wall of wispy water, it was gone.
There's someone whispering to him. Himself. Himself blaming himself that his doings has done wrong for so many other peoples he can save.
The most recent was the kid versus the lady. Back then, if he chooses the kid, can't he save him? Or screw that, can't he save them both?
Moving back, to when the bandits attacked. There was a Mall Rat which was shot, and finally died of their wounds just recently.
He can do some things. He can salvage cotton from Toys'R'Us, wrap them in cloth taken from the clothing store and add ground tea leaves as hematostat gauze. But he didn't. He can salvage some agar from the asian food store and use them to stop the bleeding AND close the wound. But he didn't.
Moving further back, at the start of the outbreak. He can reach for a metal pipe and pummel the Undyings before they reached the tripped man.
But he didn't.
YOU CAN DO EVERYTHING YOU WANT. BUT WHY? WHY YOU DIDN'T? BECAUSE NOTHING IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOURSELF?
The voice continued to terrorize him.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 25/100 Character's name: Saul Goodman Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: OK BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER S'all good, man!
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2Total: 2 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 1:03 am
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[ 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 ].
The doctor was alone when it happened. He decided to briefly leave his companions for a moment, finding something that piqued his interest. It was just bad timing that the casino speakers happened to speak- and then the electricity went down.
He had turned his eyes away at another senseless death in front of him, trying to gather the pity and remorse he should have felt.. Yet it somewhat bothered him that he couldn't. All he could think about was his and his friends' escape, that it was a good opportunity to take advantage of the chaos.
But their exit was precarious -- all of the escapees emerging into a fog that shrouded everything. When he tried to step further out, to see if he could hear or see anybody -- he found himself stumbling. What was it? A corpse..? He inched himself backwards, straightening his glasses- nobody was there?He wasn't the type to trip over nothing.. yet it wasn't there? There was something uncanny about the fog, something that dulled the doctor's senses.
[ Infection Rate ]: 10 /100
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1-20: Voices whisper in your character's head, and they don't exactly always sound like your own character's. You feel a sense of uneasiness and paranoia. It feels like people are looking at you when they possibly are not. You feel terrified at the smallest of noises.
[ 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 ].
It was another body..
[ Infection Rate ]: 20 /100
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1-20: Voices whisper in your character's head, and they don't exactly always sound like your own character's. You feel a sense of uneasiness and paranoia. It feels like people are looking at you when they possibly are not. You feel terrified at the smallest of noises.
[ 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 ].
... s**t. He was lost now. No matter how much he tried to get a feel for his surroundings, there was simply nothing for him to use as a guide.
Moreover, no matter how much he tried to stop and calm himself down -- emotions welled up inside of him from seemingly nowhere. Fear, anger, and even memories..
It was getting worse when he could hear his own voice -- it wasn't a matter of his thinking to himself, but almost a physical manifestation that fed on everything he kept hidden, forcing itself out even when Sho tried to stop it. 'You were supposed to stay close to them. As always, your curiosity led you to abandon them.' He should have been closer to October, Brie, Alex.. no, they could take care of themselves. They had proved that. The doctor had to believe in that. So why did he feel like he had failed by not doing so?
Why hadn't he stayed at the hospital at that time when the outbreak happened? Why hadn't he been there with his patients? He failed at his profession, the doctor.
"S-stop it..!" He clutched at his formerly injured arm, forcing pain into his consciousness to stop these hallucinations. He needed to think coherently, properly. Checking out his immediate surroundings, this area felt familiar.. was it the hospital? How could they be here? Yet if he looked in the distance, he could even swear he saw a few familiar patients; the ones he left behind. They couldn't have survived..? Yet upon closer inspection, they faded into the fog.
Something was seeping into the doctor's mind, and he wasn't entirely sure what it was- but if it was related to the undying..
TBE some more
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100
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21-40: Your paranoia begins to build up even more. You begin to get angry as well, and your skin begins to itch sporadically. Sometimes, instead of just voices, you swear you see faces of familiar people in the distance. They always fade away when you stare directly at them.
[ 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 ].
That was exactly what she needed, a blackout then more gunshots and chaos.
Mel bolted with the rest of them though, obviously--self-preservation and all--but she didn't keep track of who or what was around her. All she did was run. No time for planning, no time really even thinking, there was just gunfire and screams ringing in her ears, and then, after she was out earshot of that, her heartbeat as she raced to escape. She wasn't even sure when the fog started rolling in but she noticed too late and was already caught well inside of it before she slowed to a walk. Stopping wasn't an option, so she didn't do that, but she could catch her breath while walking.
Blue eyes scanned the grey all around her, not that she was able to register much. The fog was thick, the kind of thick that mimicked cream of mushroom soup (and the thought made her stomach grumble quietly), and she quite literally couldn't see much of anything. Sounds, though, were a whole other story. As she walked she was acutely aware of all the sounds around her, even the groaning just nearby. So near, in fact, that Mel actually took a few steps to her right...and just in time as she heard the swipe of a claw to her left exactly where she would have been had she not subtly changed direction.
The lurching continued but she was mindful of it, and kept her pace brisk and steady. Occasionally she tripped on things, and her hands would reach out to try and balance herself, but otherwise things were...manageable. She was alive, at least, if not feeling a bit claustrophobic as the fog continued to thicken and make it harder and harder to see. That was when the voices started...
Melon-pop!
Mel!
Squirtle!
Melo-jello!
Her eyes prickled with tears as her family's voices echoed in her ears, filling the silence that had fallen since she entered the fog. She bit her tongue, not wanting to respond because she knew she was alone. She'd felt it for a long while now, even while in the company of other Downtownies, people whom she considered her friends and allies, the only people she felt she could really trust in such trying times because her family was nowhere to be found. She knew she was alone.
As the first of many tears fell she softly shook her head and walked on, a hand shooting out in the direction she heard her father's voice, and then another when she heard her mother call, and then her older brother, and then her baby sister.
Where are you, Melon-pop?
Why didn't you come find us, Mel?
I didn't think you'd be so selfish, Squirtle...
You abandoned us, didn't you, Melo-jello?
She shook her head fervently, loosing strands of her sandy-brown hair as she did.
"No," she managed between her sobs. "No, baby girl, how could I?!" she cried out into the fog. Then the voices were gone for a second, and that was when she heard it. The breathing. Her shoulders continued to shake as the tears rolled almost endlessly down her cheeks, but she could suddenly feel something at her back, following her. How long it'd been there she couldn't be sure, but when she glanced back she could blearily make out plenty of eyes through that fog. Watching her.
So she walked on, sniffling and furiously wiping at her cheeks. She didn't look back again, but she could still hear the breathing as she walked on. Every so often her family's voices would echo again and she would look around, try to reach out, and then they'd be gone again and all she could hear was that thing's breathing. Eventually she just stopped reaching out, desperate to hear them. Desperate to see them, even for just a second. Maybe they were waiting for her outside of this fog...
[ Infection Rate: 5/100 ]
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[ 1- 20 ] Voices whisper in your character's head, and they don't exactly always sound like your own character's. You feel a sense of uneasiness and paranoia. It feels like people are looking at you when they possibly are not. You feel terrified at the smallest of noises.
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Petit, 5'5" and 114lbs. She is rather fair skinned with relatively soft facial features (compared to her parents) and curiously blue-green eyes. Her hair is a light shade of caramel brown and is naturally wavy, an asset she's rather proud of. [ ref ]
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3Total: 3 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 1:24 am
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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 ].
For a while she thought she'd be wandering through the fog for the rest of her life, in tears and bawling like a child as her family's voices continued to haunt her. Never mind the thing that was following her...
But to her surprise she eventually managed to find her way into a clearing. It was a small one, completely and eerily surrounded by the impossibly thick fog, and in the middle was a small circle of people. A small hope grew inside of her as she ran for the group, grateful for the sound of breathing to have finally gone, as well as the voices.
"Hey!" she called out, wiping the remainder of her tears as she calmly approached. Not a single person moved, not a single one even reacted to her voice. They were all just standing there like statues, perfectly still and silent. Mel circled around them, trying to get a look at their faces but not recognizing any of them by the time she made her way all around.
"Hey, can any of you guys tell me where I am?" she asked one, a woman who looked about in her mid-forties. She looked to be balding, though she could only guess for what reason. It didn't look very natural, so Mel stepped away and approached someone else.
"Excuse me," she said to one.
"Hi, um, hello?" she tried someone else.
She went around the entire circle but none of them responded. None of them even gave any indication that they knew she was there, so with a huff she finally stepped back and watched from afar for a moment. No one said anything, no one moved. A minute passed by and she eventually submitted to the fact that she hadn't found any source of help at all.
So Mel stepped back into the fog, deciding that she had a better chance of actually getting out if she just...kept on walking through it.
[ Infection Rate: 15/100 ]
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[ 1- 20 ] Voices whisper in your character's head, and they don't exactly always sound like your own character's. You feel a sense of uneasiness and paranoia. It feels like people are looking at you when they possibly are not. You feel terrified at the smallest of noises.
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Petit, 5'5" and 114lbs. She is rather fair skinned with relatively soft facial features (compared to her parents) and curiously blue-green eyes. Her hair is a light shade of caramel brown and is naturally wavy, an asset she's rather proud of. [ ref ]
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 1:25 am
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[ 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 ].
The voices of her family still echoed all around her, louder and more menacing than they were when she first started hearing them. Other voices joined them, too. Her college phys. ed. teacher who was out to get her. Her English professor that was always inappropriate with her (and she didn't get a chance to report his a** because he'd yet to actually do anything). Even her calculus professor's monotonous voice was made to sound menacing in the thick of the fog, but she walked on. She had to get out of there somehow, and standing around wouldn't do her any good so she had no other option but to keep moving.
Which was fine with her until her foot caught on something and she fell, her cry quickly getting swallowed up by the fog.
"Damn it.." she muttered, adjusting herself so she was on her butt instead of on her face. She figured it was a tree root or something but when she moved her leg she felt something soft, so she moved to lean over it and give it a closer inspection. A move she quickly regretted as, in the middle of all the adjusting, its head turned to face her. Her eyes went wide as she took in the thick, shaggy red hair and blue-green eyes and immediately recalling the only person she knew to have such features. Only what she was seeing now couldn't have been him...right? With graying skin and rotting flesh and...
One of its eyeballs popped out of its sockets and Mel shot up from where she was half laying down and crawling backward, away from the rotting head of what looked to be her friend.
"s**t, s**t, s**t!" she hissed, tears falling freely again as she darted off, back in the direction she'd come, as the voices once again flooded her mind. To her surprise, though, the fog started to thin out until at last she was free from it and staring straight at the entrance of an obviously abandoned hospital building. All the warning bells shot off but she needed to get inside, and fast. Away from the fog, and hopefully...
Hopefully away from the voices, too.
[ Infection Rate: 25/100 ]
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[ 21- 40 ] Your paranoia begins to build up even more. You begin to get angry as well, and your skin begins to itch sporadically. Sometimes, instead of just voices, you swear you see faces of familiar people in the distance. They always fade away when you stare directly at them.
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Petit, 5'5" and 114lbs. She is rather fair skinned with relatively soft facial features (compared to her parents) and curiously blue-green eyes. Her hair is a light shade of caramel brown and is naturally wavy, an asset she's rather proud of. [ ref ]
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