[ 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 ].
It was all confusion and chaos and Juliette found herself in the midst of it as they all ran from the casino once the lights had cut out. Out of the fire and into the frying pan was one good way to describe this.
It was disorienting. They all just ran to no place in particular, just trying to be free of that place of other horrors than what they had grown accustomed to. Her head turned every which way, her arms reaching out every so often in the crowd trying desperately to locate a familiar face but they too were lost as the traveling drew them thicker into the fog. But still, her arms went out. Maybe she could find someone, maybe she could find something even. "Hello?" She whispered. Even her radio seemed to only crackle.
Juliette's progress slowed as her stamina finally began to wan, her breath hitched as it struggled to keep up with her burst of energy, running and adrenaline. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears but there were also whispers that faded in and out. Familiar voices, new and old. And the soft feint of angry yowls. Her feet stumbled on objects she dared not look down to see and her arms found themselves pulled in tight, bracing onto something even if it was only herself. Where was she going? Where was everyone else? All she could see when she walked around was murky fog and nothing.
It seemed like ages since she had run from the casino, but for all she knew it could have been only minutes. But she soon found the fog lifting, but only so slightly, she reached a hand out, finally able to see it properly as the thick smoke like substance gently cascaded around her. Perhaps it was a good sign. Perhaps she had reached some sort of exit to this place.
There were even people up ahead. "Oh thank goodness," she gasped, picking up her pace towards the small clearing. It didn't strike her as odd that they were standing in a circle. Perhaps it was just a huddle.
"Hello," so hopeful. The older woman reached out, catching one by the sleeve as if they were a life line. "I'm sorry, I-I'm lost, can you help me?" They didn't move. None of them did, not even to pick up their heads to acknowledge that she was there. They didn't move. They didn't speak, they just stood there. Juliette's eyes widened in desperation, her lips quivered slightly as she tugged on another's sleeve.
"Please." She still tried to sound calm. "Is there something wrong? Did this fog do this to you?" She went to another, but the same non reaction. "Please..." Were they being rude? Or was there something wrong with them? Should she get help? But she needed help. Or was this some weird trick? Figures made to look like people. All squishy like them too. Should she poke them to see if they were real?
"I'll..." But Juliette didn't finish, unsure of what she was going to say anyways. Go? Yes, she was going to keep going but where she didn't know. Her arms returned to embracing herself, to keep herself steady, to keep herself feeling just that small bit of security as she continued and pushed herself back into the fog.
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Character's name: Juilette 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.
chirigami rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 1:30 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 ].
Her limbs began to ache from all the walking, all the circles she had found herself walking in. If there were circles she was walking in. She couldn't tell, she just kept moving, kept her arms close and her eyes wide. There was no one else after the circle of eight and after she had kept going she had lost track of exactly how long she had been wandering in the fog.
Juliette began to pick up speed as she panicked. Trying to find some place to leave to, trying to escape the feint whispers and all the little noises; twigs snapped in her wake and she could fear the wind in her ears. She stopped looking where she was going, stopped looking at the ground and just kept on.
Her foot caught hold of something and she stumbled forward, almost losing her balance. At first she didn't want to look back to see what it was and hated that she did. "Nonono!" The patches of fur missing, the torn ear, the mutilated whiskers and the lame paw that stuck out of the ground.
"Nono!" She needed to dig Duchess Dirtypaws out, how did she get here? She double backed, looked away for just a second and when she looked back to where she could have sworn was the spot she had seen the rotting cat, was nothing.
"No!" She cried out, sinking to the ground instantly and sinking her fingers into the earth. She pulled it out, dug here and there and where she had seen it. "Where.. what happened to you... no no.." Had the ground swallowed her up? Her precious new cat? Tears began to strain at her eyes as she tried so hard to find her buried in the ground.
"Somewhere else.. somewhere else..." With hands stained with mud and dirt, she got up, her eyes wildly looking around this time as she continued on. Now possibly with a new purpose than just finding a way through the fog.
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Character's name: Juilette 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.
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[or not, forgot to roll, lol]
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6Total: 6 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 1:32 am
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[ 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 ].
There was an itch underneath her skin that even her dirt covered nails couldn't seem to soothe, and no matter where she turned all she could see was the never ending fog. Juliette turned and turned but found no salvation and more importantly, no signs of the remains of her cat.
She just kept walking and walking, stumbling over a few of her steps and fumbling over her feet. There was nothing but fog and the voices, the faces that faded in and out that were just there to taunt her and torment. "Stop..." But even she knew she couldn't.
And if she had, perhaps she wouldn't have seen a small gap in the mindless surroundings she had found herself in. It it was salvation, she didn't know, maybe couldn't register. It was just a new direction to aim herself. She kept going towards it, it just kept looming in the distance. Always there, never growing larger or more hopeful.
A mirage perhaps. "No..." Please, don't be another trick. She needed to leave!
Eventually, the exit might have proved itself actually true. Or perhaps just an entrance to something more horrible. Juliette suddenly rammed right into the gates.
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Character's name: Juilette 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.
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4Total: 4 (1-6)
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[ 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 ].
With the mass hysteria that seemed to be falling upon this small amount of population, what with the undead they claimed to be around and the collars and cannibals, seeing the crazy gangs with their guns didn't seem too surprising. It just seemed like something that could happen to people when they believed too much of the fantasy. But it was also something that Lease was actually frightened of. It was hard to say if those guns and bullets were real. They had been when Rebecca had been hit at the mall and they had been when they reached the area of the bandits.
The government had set into motion this spiral of craziness and were now seeing how it pushed people. So when the lights went out, the spared no second though of leaving with the rest of them. Because maybe, just maybe, it was an actual escape back from this weird experiment - maybe that was it? - and back to the real world finally.
But that was not what met Lease as she ran. What came at her, and everyone else in the rush of panic and maybe a little bit of excitement was endless heavy fog. The teenager skidded to a stop, her breathing heavy as she looked all around her. "s**t." She couldn't see even three feet in front of her. She'd lost sight of everyone. (Did she even dare to call out anyone's name? Jeff's was tempting, Lei's and Drew's as well... but that would mean... she depended on people).
A twig snapped behind her, poking her out of her thoughts and making her bristle. She could hear voices all around her but she could hear breathing right behind her. s**t, a mouth breather, now predators were on the lose and could easily take advantage of her in this state.
What she saw behind her were blinking, glowing, eerie eyes. Which didn't seem much better. Lease ran for it and just headed in the direction she figured was deemed straight.
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Character's name: Annalise (Lease) Lapointe Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:bloop Character's survival stats: bloop BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 16, female, short and a little overweight. Probably looks disgruntled. Wearing a batgirl-ish costume now
chirigami rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 1:35 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 breathing had stopped, the eyes didn't seem to be following her anymore - at least the few times she dared to look behind her. All she saw was the fog, continuing to close in all around her. It seemed to never end. It didn't seem to let up and all she could hear were the whispers from familiar voices.
But their faces never showed. "Shut UP!" She screamed, running as fast as she could go. Adrenaline could only keep her going so far before the fatigue finally caught up with her. Her steps felt heavy, her arms felt like they could flail no longer and her breath became labored.
Every so often she could feel her boots come in contact with something, so many steps went stumbling until one finally caught her enough to trip. Her body went to the ground and rolled one and she cried out. "Sonova-!"
She looked down to see what had caught her foot and scrambled back, "s**t..." There was a face, a woman's face... familiar in the ground, a cheek was missing, the eyes had long since glazed over and rotted as had the rest of it. It looked sunken in .. but she could place it. She didn't want to be able to. In a hurry, Lease got to her feet, "s**t no..." and looked away but when she turned to face it again it was gone.
That was when she started to run again.
What kind of crazy ******** place was this? There had to be something in the stupid fog!
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Character's name: Annalise (Lease) Lapointe Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:bloop Character's survival stats: bloop BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 16, female, short and a little overweight. Probably looks disgruntled. Wearing a batgirl-ish costume now
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2Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 1:36 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 ].
Lease just kept running, she wanted to be away. She wanted out of the fog and the craziness that that first day had brought upon her. If only she had punched the guy who dragged her into the mall, her life would have been so much easier. She wouldn't be running aimlessly, not being able to see where she was going.
And wouldn't be stumbling forward, having hit something for a second time. Her eyes traveled down as they did before and spotted another face, a different one and just as familiar. His eyes were open, milky white and sunken in. His mouth was a gape like he had been buried alive and screamed the whole time until his life finally just distinguished. "******** time she didn't care to look back as she ran off, to see if it was still there. Only forward. "Let... me... out!"
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Character's name: Annalise (Lease) Lapointe Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:bloop Character's survival stats: bloop BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 16, female, short and a little overweight. Probably looks disgruntled. Wearing a batgirl-ish costume now
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6Total: 6 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 1:48 am
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[ 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 ].
When exactly had this fog started rolling in?
It was a thought that certainly started to take the fore as Drew walked on, further and further into the fog. There wasn't anything eerie about it at first, it was just...fog. But as time passed the further he walked it just started to seem endless, but it just fog, so it was relatively harmless. Relatively. Harmless.
And he was right! There it was, the edge of the fog. He could see the silhouette of a building where he could take shelter just beyond it, so his legs carried him a little faster. He was almost there, almost...
Or not.
"What the hell..." he started to mutter, realizing that he wasn't getting any closer to it no matter how fast or how far or how long he walked. He just kept right on walking toward the exit. Toward that building. Endlessly.
[ Infection Rate: 5/100 ]
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Character's name: Andrew "Drew" Hale Character's faction: Mall
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Medium build, 6'1" and a lean 159lbs. He sports light skin (that's more prone to tanning but he can still get sunburns if he's not careful), chestnut brown hair that he keeps short and only haphazardly styled, and light, hazel-brown eyes.
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6Total: 6 (1-6)
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[ 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 ].
The further he walked the thicker the fog became, yet still it thinned in the distance. Still he moved toward it, started running, in fact, but it stayed just as far as it always had been.
Where are you going?
"To the exit..." he muttered, a hand going to his head as thought he just heard someone ask. He'd answered before it could register that he was alone. Still he walked on, tried to pay no attention to the voices that were becoming clearer and clearer the longer he stayed in that fog.
How will you save her?
How will you save yourself?
You're all infected.
You're all going to die.
[ Infection Rate: 10/100 ]
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Character's name: Andrew "Drew" Hale Character's faction: Mall
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Medium build, 6'1" and a lean 159lbs. He sports light skin (that's more prone to tanning but he can still get sunburns if he's not careful), chestnut brown hair that he keeps short and only haphazardly styled, and light, hazel-brown eyes.
itspao_ rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 1:50 am
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[ Rolling a 5 ] You 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. [ +10 infection, ADD THIS TO YOUR OOC INFECTION RATE TALLY ].
There's no escaping it.
"No, that's..." he started to say as his pace began to slow down. He wasn't sure if he was winded or if his body was just weak from lack of food and drink, but soon enough he'd slowed to a stop. His head was spinning, his stomach was churning as he walked on. Before he knew it he was leaning against a tree, emptying his stomach of what little was already inside.
Last stop, Drew.
"No..." These voices...they couldn't be right, could they?
Look around. Just look around.
He did his best to fight down the nausea that had overtaken him to do just that, and that's when he saw them. Bodies, everywhere. His stomach did another flip but he kept it down as he fell to his knees at body about the size of a child's. He was pale and sweating. Cold. But he flipped it over and clenched his jaw, fighting back the urge to throw up all over again. He flipped over another, and another, and another until he couldn't stomach it anymore and he emptied his stomach for a second time.
And then he ran.
He didn't slow down for anything or anyone, dodged whatever came at him as best he could until finally, mercifully, the fog thinned and that building got closer and closer. He didn't care that it was abandoned, at this point any sort of shelter from the fog would suit him just fine.
Where are you going, Drew?
Where can you go?
Slowly but surely the voices faded, but the last thing he heard before he ran inside the building echoed in his mind. Would echo in his mind for day and nights to come.
There's no escaping this. There's no exit. There is no hope...
[ Infection Rate: 20/100 ]
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Character's name: Andrew "Drew" Hale Character's faction: Mall
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Medium build, 6'1" and a lean 159lbs. He sports light skin (that's more prone to tanning but he can still get sunburns if he's not careful), chestnut brown hair that he keeps short and only haphazardly styled, and light, hazel-brown 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. [ +10 infection, ADD THIS TO YOUR OOC INFECTION RATE TALLY ].
Alice was finally out of the dreadfull Casino. However this mist didn't make her fell any more secure. After walking around for awhile trying to find her way out she starts to feel dizzy. The dizziness soon leads to nausea. Alice stops to rest for awhile and when she looks down the ground is littered with bodies. doing nothing for her nausea she carries on.
[ Infection Rate ]: 10 /100
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Character's name: Alice Character's faction: University [ Infection Rate ]: 10 /100 Jersey number: #30 Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: GO here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 171 cm tall with brown hair and brown-greenish 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. [ +5 infection, ADD THIS TO YOUR OOC INFECTION RATE TALLY ].
Alice had just started to feel better when she felt the prescens of something behind her. The sound of it breathing and the many eyes around her makes her panic. She hurries forward in hope of finnaly getting out of the mist.
[ Infection Rate ]: 15 /100
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Character's name: Alice Character's faction: University [ Infection Rate ]: 15 /100 Jersey number: #30 Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: GO here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 171 cm tall with brown hair and brown-greenish eyes.
[ 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 ].
Alice saw the exit! She hurried towards it, but the more she ran the farther away it got. After much determination and willpower she finnaly comes across an old hospital. Feeling scared of the mist she quickly enters.
[ Infection Rate ]: 20 /100
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Character's name: Alice Character's faction: University [ Infection Rate ]: 20 /100 Jersey number: #30 Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: GO here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 171 cm tall with brown hair and brown-greenish eyes.
Aaran heard the chaos around him reach a crescendo, and he made a beeline for the escape along with everyone else. It was pitch dark, but he managed to get out of the casino without getting shot. A huge relief, now it was just finding everyone else and getting back to the apartment.
As he sprinted in that direction, he found it harder and harder to navigate. A thick fog had formed around him, leaving him disoriented.
"Dude, this is so not cool - WOAH!" He jumped as a infected reached for him, and he moved out of it's way before continuing on. Soon he could hear people calling for him, and he stopped in his tracks. Weren't these the voices of-
"JOE!" He shouted into the fog, calling out to his brother. "JOE! IT'S ME, I'M ALRIGHT!" He strained to hear Joe again, and he was relieved when he did.
"How could you Aaran. How could you? It's all your fault.
The words cute him deep. "No it's not..." He shook his head, but the voice was relentless, blaming him contentiously. Aaran was starting to wonder if this was really Joe...
Another voice join in, one he had just heard in the casino. He shuddered, trying to ignore it.
He kept up the pace, looking for a way out of this mess. Up ahead he saw a small clearing and made a beeline for it and the people there. "Dudes, you guys alright?" He tried to get their attention, but none of them moved. "Hey, you guys?" No matter how much he called them they wouldn't move. Confused and on edge, he moved on. Now he could hear himself in the distance, taking over Joe in blaming himself for everything. for not doing more to help save others, for buying himself out and no one else. It was driving him nuts, he couldn't take this abuse
"PLEASE, PLEASE STOP IT!" He cried. Soon another clearing popped up, but again when he stopped, he couldn't get anyones attention, and so he didn't linger.
"Damn, why is my skin so itchy..." He looked around franticly, seeing faces in the fog that never lingered, before it finally began to clear up. Aaran came to a stop, sitting down to catch his breath, angry at this hole mess he had gotten himself into.
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Character's name: Arran Brody Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link: Journal Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Arran has Sandy brown hair, brown eyes, around 6 foot and has a tan. He's also pretty toned.
005: 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. [ +10 infection ] 003: 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 ] 003: 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 ]
Scott runs from that casino like his feet are on fire, breath harsh as he pumps his legs as hard as they'll go. He doesn't stop until the sounds of gunfire and yelling fades into nothing more than a distant murmur... and then he realizes he's enshrouded in fog. The youth looks around, squinting his eyes to try and see past the thick grey mist. He can only make out a few feet in front of him. He lets out a shaky breath, rotating slowly and doing his best to take in what he can of his surroundings. Then, a familiar voice breaks through the fog. His mother's voice.
"Scott? Scott where are you?"
Scott whips around to face where he'd heard the voice come from. Again, he squints into the grey- heart beating fast in his chest, breath escalating. "M-mom?" He steps forward, towards where he thought she should be standing. His father's voice breaks through the fog towards his left.
"Scott! Don't scare your mother like that! You know she worries!"
"Dad?" Scott squints harder, desperately trying to make out either parent's form. His head then fills with numerous voices- voices of friends, family- all yelling at him in an unintelligible mass. Scott cries out, gripping his hands to either side of his head. "Quiet, quiet!" He smacks his hands against his ears a few times, desperate to get the noise out. "I've gotta get out of this fog..." He starts running again, stumbling over hidden bits of debris; barely avoiding the walls of buildings as they enter his small line of view. Everything in his head goes quiet as he runs, and then- one voice speaks calmly within him.
"Everyone is infected."
The phrase is soft at first, but then it grows in volume as it is repeated over and over in the casino owner's booming voice. "Everyone is infected. Everyone is infected. EVERYONE IS INFECTED." Scott stops running again, ruffling a hand through his hair and tugging at the strands as the phrase continues to repeat within his thoughts. Over and over and over again. He yells, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. He scratches viciously at a patch on his neck that seemed to burn. His mind is made up of a jumble of thoughts and memories- all melding together to form some terribly made and horrendously disorganized scrapbook. He's losing sense of reality. Is he... is he really infected?
Scott's shoe comes into contact with something soft and heavy. He looks down and gasps when he realizes it's a body laying face down. And it's not alone. Hundreds of bodies fill the general vicinity, all face down. Without any real reason, Scott reaches down to grab the shoulder of the woman his foot had bumped into. He rolls her over, and fear tightens within his gut. "What the <********> Her mouth had been stitched into a permanent smile, her chest cavity ripped open and empty. Immediately, he jerks his hand away; letting her body fall back to the ground with a thud. Scott takes a few steps back, then turns and runs in the opposite direction.
He stumbles into a circle of people, all standing statue-still and quiet. "H-hello?" None of them respond. Not even a muscle twitch to acknowledge the presence of someone new. Scott waves his hand in front of one of their faces. Still no response. He touches the hand of a woman, she doesn't pull away- just stares blankly forward. A chill runs down Scott's spine. He feels angry, suddenly. His skin is ablaze with irritation and discomfort. His nails dig deep into his forearm, desperately trying to claw out the itchiness. "What the ******** is happening to me?!" He yells at the woman, face screwed up into a look of pure rage. "Wake up and tell me what the ******** is going on!" Still nothing. She doesn't even blink.
Scott stares at her for a long time, then gives up. He leaves behind the group of 8 and continues his search for a way out of the fog.
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Character's name: Scott Winfield-Kimura Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[X] Character's survival stats: [X] Character description: Dark-haired and of Japanese-Canadian descent, tall and lithe, wearing a plain white tank top and a pair of cut-off skinny jeans.
