Emmanuel had known that they would not just let them go. It was too easy. Maybe if he had plunkered down some of his cash, it would have been different--
The electricity cut out, and Emmanuel no longer cared. He charged outside faster than his legs were used to carrying him, not even caring what awaited him so long as it was not the Cannibal Casino. It took him a few minutes to notice he couldn't see anyone else anymore and everything was very, very foggy.
Emmanuel squinted and held a hand up to shade his eyes, though from what he wasn't entirely sure. What--
Much to his relief, he nearly instantly spotted a break in the fog, and he turned to run towards it so he could regroup. And he ran. And ran. And ran. And... It didn't seem to be getting any closer. The exit continued to stand there, mocking him, and Emmanuel kept running like he was on a treadmill. Was this an illusion, like an oasis in the desert?
He would try elsewhere. This was not working.
Infection Rate: 5/100
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Character's name: Emmanuel Eidenberg Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark brown hair, obvious Jewfro, hazel eyes, medium skin tone, bit lanky.
Seiana_ZI rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 7:09 am
It did not take Emmanuel long--or perhaps it had, how long had he been here, were the Casino Cannibals just awaiting him on the other side--to find himself once again staring down an exit. Was this one real? Was it fake? Emmanuel couldn't have known, either way, but it beckoned and he knew he had to try and head towards it.
Lifting up a hand to shield himself again, as if it would grant him more clarity, Emmanuel started for the exit. He counted the steps in his head as he could, attempting to gauge if he was getting to a point where he should have been getting closer and closer--
It was as if he was simply walking into a window showing an exit that he couldn't pass through. Fifty steps and it seemed none the closer, just sitting there and mocking his lack of luck once more.
Emmanuel shivered involuntarily. What was happening? Why were they trapped in this fog? Was it just him? He couldn't see anyone or anything other than the untrue exit and the sounds of voices...
Emmanuel turned tail and ran another way.
Infection Rate: 10/100
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Character's name: Emmanuel Eidenberg Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark brown hair, obvious Jewfro, hazel eyes, medium skin tone, bit lanky.
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Seiana_ZI rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 7:11 am
Perhaps he would have more luck with the illusory exits if he took another direction, or perhaps he wouldn't, perhaps he was just trapped, doomed to die as an infected in a zone that no authorities would enter because it was too late for--
What was that?
He heard it. Breathing. It was wrong. It didn't have any of the notes of humanity, not tired, not out of breath, not normal. It felt like it hit a different pitch from a different location. Was something following him?
Emmanuel first stayed very still in the hopes that the creature would simply lose interest and leave, but it didn't seem to go away. Then he walked slowly, away from the creature, but it followed. The breathing did not get any further from his ears.
He chanced a glance behind him and immediately screamed.
He didn't have the time to process the many eyes it stared back at him with. All he wanted to do was run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.
Emmanuel ran and ran though the breathing seemed to keep in constant lockstep. He had to get away from it. It would lose interest eventually, right? Emmanuel was stringy. He did not have all that much meat on his bones. He was not worth consuming--
The breathing stopped when he suddenly found himself in the outskirts surrounding a hospital.
The hospital. The place that was very dangerous, or perhaps alright depending on the answers. He knew this, and he had managed to get himself here, of all places. He took a chance to glance behind himself, and noted with at least some relief, that at least the many eyed horror had left him alone...
Infection Rate: 15/100
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Character's name: Emmanuel Eidenberg Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark brown hair, obvious Jewfro, hazel eyes, medium skin tone, bit lanky.
Lorena knew that she should have stayed close to someone she knew, but had gotten separated in her attempt to win some more coins. At least though she had bought herself out, that’s the only thing that mattered in the end. She had been so sure that she would have gotten out alive and well back to her warm bed. It felt like she’d spent forever out and away from her usual happy spot. But really a lack of sleep was getting to her, if she didn’t catch a snooze soon she surely pass out.
Except one couldn’t catch a snooze when they were told they were infected. Lorena could not believe it. All of them infected? She’d glanced around at the others who were just as shocked as she was. He had to be joking right? How could she have become infected? She hadn’t touched anything she wasn’t supposed to and hadn’t received any injuries, minus her head wound that one time, that could get her infected. Had someone infected her? That thought was worrying, did that mean Hurby was infected as well? Poor Hurby, he probably didn’t even know he was infected too…
Lorena didn’t have long to dwell on the subject though, gun shots were being fired, people were running. She was being pushed along with the flow of the crowd not really certain on what was going on. And then pure freedom was before her, Lorena began running too, into the fog that had slipped around the casino. Better the fog than being inside of there getting eaten! Then things were getting a little weird, Lorena avoided an undying briefly but she was sure she was also partly or maybe fully going insane. Was this how the undying had felt too? But someone was watching her, she could feel them.
Still, Lorena was starting to feel dizzy and all the damn voices were annoying her. She attributed it to being tired but all she needed to do was reach the apartments… She looked down. An audible cry escaped her mouth and she covered it quickly otherwise someone or something could get her. Bodies. She was walking on freaking bodies. Lorena bent down to turn one over, afraid that she could find one of her friends or worst Hurby! But it, no he was smiling up at her. Had the casino people done this? Lorena didn’t want to stick around and find out. She took off running again, completely blind to her surroundings.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 10 /100 Character's name: Lorena Montfort Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lorena's attire is eminently sensible. Her clothes are always clean, her hair always neatly out of the way except on special occasions, and her shoes are always comfortable. She has pale golden skin and deep brown eyes. Her hair is curly but not wild and a dark brown. She has excellent posture and she's probably one of those people who can carry books on their head.
Tasinei rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 7:42 am
The fog was an ever persistent entity as Lorena walked on. Her short run had given her a small burst of adrenaline but she could slowly feel herself draining away again. The dizziness came back again and she fought it, didn’t want to fall asleep. Except the nauseous feelings she was getting didn’t leave. They were an ever present unpleasant feeling that kept on hitting her if she tried to run faster. It made Lorena stumble and fall a couple times, struggling to get back up. Where had the mass of people gone off to? How could they all be lost in this fog?
But more importantly how was she going to get out of here?
Lorena could barely do anything on her own, it sucked. Was she going crazy? She certainly felt like it talking to herself like she was or talking back to the voices. It was also getting harder to walk and get her limbs moving, she felt like she was dragging her own body across the pavement. Then she had to look down again, saw all the bodies. This time though, she didn’t cry out. She rolled one over again to make sure it wasn’t one of her friends. It wasn’t but this one was also still smiling. Shaking her head as if to wake up, Lorena took off running again. She had to get out of here they were watching her and she needed to get to safety.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 20 /100 Character's name: Lorena Montfort Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lorena's attire is eminently sensible. Her clothes are always clean, her hair always neatly out of the way except on special occasions, and her shoes are always comfortable. She has pale golden skin and deep brown eyes. Her hair is curly but not wild and a dark brown. She has excellent posture and she's probably one of those people who can carry books on their head.
She was sure of it, either she was going completely and utterly insane or the world had gone to complete hell. She’d run into not one massive sea of smiling dead bodies, but two. Was someone having a massacre and making everyone smile? What was wrong with people? And where was everyone else? Were they all dead? Lorena kept on stumbling around, eyes blinking furiously as if it would clear up the fog. Was that Durza over there? Was that Pomelo she'd just seened? It didn’t fade nor did the people stop appearing, but Lorena kept on doing it because the dizziness was coming back and she knew she’d be seeing dead bodies again. Third time’s a charm.
Lorena looked down again when she felt she could no longer keep moving for fear of falling or just passing out. There they were again; Lorena turned one over and found another smiling face looking up at her. She pat the man’s face shaking her head. She didn’t get the joke, why were they all smiling? Was she supposed to be smiling too? Was she supposed to be laughing? Lorena really didn’t see the humor in it all. Still, she needed to move on, she began to run again. To where, she had no idea but she desperately wanted to get out of this fog once and for all.
And why was she so itchy?!
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[ Infection Rate ]: 30 /100 Character's name: Lorena Montfort Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lorena's attire is eminently sensible. Her clothes are always clean, her hair always neatly out of the way except on special occasions, and her shoes are always comfortable. She has pale golden skin and deep brown eyes. Her hair is curly but not wild and a dark brown. She has excellent posture and she's probably one of those people who can carry books on their head.
Everything had been fine but, as always, the few always had to ruin for the many, didn't they?
It seemed to Austin that, all things considered, earning his freedom hadn't been that difficult. If anything, it had been a handwave to make sure that those who continued to exist in the wasteland had the will to fight, the care to participate, the good nature to go along with the rules. It had been a test that he had passed with flying colors -- and so had pretty much everyone else he knew. They were free. They had spent the day drinking and relaxing, without any imminent threat to their bodies or their lives.
And then someone had to throw the first stone.
Gunshots went off -- had someone stolen the weapon from Russian Roulette? -- and someone went down with a spray of blood. All at once, this went from good natured fun to something else entirely, and Austin wasn't going to stick around to be part of it. Instead, he took off at a run, all at once, only too grateful that he hadn't had a drink in an hour or two.
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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 ].
The fog wasn't natural, he thought -- but then, what was, in the world where they now lived? The infected? The fact that they seemed to heal overnight? The lack of HBO GO? Austin shuddered as something grabbed at his shirt through the haze, plucking fingers fading behind him, and put distance between himself and the casino.
He thought, anyway. In this mess, he didn't actually know where he was or where he was going, aside from forward. Because as he ran, he thought he could hear something behind him, a shudder of a breath against the back of his neck, and he halfway turned his head to look and see what was there --
Eyes, staring back. He jerked his head around to look forward and put on a little extra effort to get farther away. When he looked again, the eyes were gone.
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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 ].
It would become rapidly apparently that Austin wasn't in shape, and the only thing keeping him going, now, was sheer willpower. His movements had turned from running to rough jogging to stumbling punctuated by brief episodes of faster when that sound behind him came closer, when the eyes peered at him out of the fog. His heart was hammering, his breath short and frantic in the fog. Maybe he shouldn't be breathing it in. What other choice did he have?
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[ 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 ].
By now, he was lost, and in his panic and his delirium, Austin thought he heard people in the fog. It was vague, at first, voices that whispered and blurred, in the distance. Slowly, they came closer, solidified into one voice, familiar and comfortable.
He whispered in his own ear, like a wicked version of himself. Reminded him of monsters that he'd failed to kill, duties he'd failed to finish, opting instead to nap somewhere out of sight. Spoke of older failures, with friends and family, his parents' long absences without explanation, the twelfth birthday party that he'd had to throw for himself. He shuddered and staggered on until he was numb, and weary, and more afraid than even angry.
It was too misty, too all-the-same, Austin was too shaky. There was no hope of getting out of this to find anything he'd known before.
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Infection rate: 15
Character's name: Austin Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Austin ElswoodView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERHERE.
Austin's slim and a bit taller than average at 5'10' with sandy hair shorn short on the sides, longer and curly on the top. His eyes, behind a pair of thin wire thick plastic frames with the wrong prescription, are faded green and usually amused; his skin is fair, freckling in sun unless he's careful; his mouth is just a little too full, in a way that appeals to most people.
Jaglion rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 11:08 am
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[ 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 ].
Dylan Ran. He just wanted to be away from the gunfire, and the crazy cannibals, and the screams, and now he had no idea where he was. Fog was everywhere, thick and grey, and he barely missed running into one of the infected.
He could hear others behind him. He kept running. The fog grew even thicker, trapping him within it. It was impossible to tell what was around, and Dylan rubbed his eyes. He felt blinded, and that was when the voices started.
Dylan. Dylan honey, we're leavingYour cat will be fine. You'll see him at Christmas[/] You probably shouldn't play again. The next time you might not be so lucky.You're such a coward.Why do you even bother trying?You can't even save one person.
And then, a familiar voice from the casino added. Everyone is infected. It kept repeating, and repeating, and Dylan pressed his hands against his ears. It couldn't be true? Couldn't, but it made a strange amount of sense. Maybe the reason that they were cut off from the outside was that they were in quarantine. Were they all going to become infected, was that the only thing for them to look forward to?
His mind started to wander, and he couldn't tell what was real or not. Who was he? Was he already infected? When would it happen?
He felt dizzy, and sick, and oddly tired. His limbs started to drag, and when he tripped, he looked down. There were bodies surrounding him, all of them sleeping. He nudged one with his foot, accidentally pushing them over. It's mouth had been stitched into a smile, and the chest cavity stitched and bloated. He back away, bumping into another body, and then he ran.
Maybe he could escape.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 10 /100
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Character's name: Dylan Sallow Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE Jersey Number: 31 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 20 years old. Dylan is 5'9 with a lean runner's build. His skin is a pale beige and covered in freckles. He has short carrot orange hair, and dark blue eyes. He typically wears jeans and plain colored t-shirts. He is currently wearing a jersey with the number 31 on it.
It had taken Ritsa time before she found herself moving forward through the fog again. Feeling another wave of the familiar squeeze in her stomach as the contents rushed out of her. There was that feeling again, the one like she was being followed. Whirling around Ritsa stared almost lifelessly into the distance. "If you're going to eat me get it over with." Ritsa spoke in a monotone voice. What emotions remained, were draining from her quickly in the silence and loneliness. She had actually killed someone.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 10/100 Character's name: Ritsa Tiblon Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: GO Ritsa TiblonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slender build, Auburn hair that has been tied back into two separate braids reaching down to her hips. And blue eyes. She stands about 5'1''. Costume: What the avatar is wearing Rank: 3 Casino Coins: 1
As Ritsa slowly made her way through the fog she noticed a change up ahead, almost like the fog was trying to tell her it was ready to let her out. Not that she cared, what was the point? She was likely to be a pariah once G-man told everyone that she had killed Jeff. That was probably a good thing, then at least they could use her as bait for whatever came next. Assuming she would find any of the other mall rats that was. If she could just stay alive long enough to keep someone else from dying anyone else. Ritsa walked forward, carrying onward for what seemed like forever. Almost as if the fog itself was toying with her.
Fine let it, she was a monster anyway.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 10/100 Character's name: Ritsa Tiblon Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: GO Ritsa TiblonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slender build, Auburn hair that has been tied back into two separate braids reaching down to her hips. And blue eyes. She stands about 5'1''. Costume: What the avatar is wearing Rank: 3 Casino Coins: 1
The rush out of the casino was a blur, and Kelly wasn't sure exactly what had happened or how she got into the streets. Her ears run with the sound of gunfire, and the screams still tore into her soul. She was afraid, she was stressed, and she was lost. The fog filled the area around her, and as she ran she wondered a little too late if she should have stayed behind.
It was too late.
The fog was thick, like a blanket wrapping around her, and Kelly began to trip over things she didn't know were there. A stone, broken pavement, possibly a claw reaching out - everything was in her way. As she made it through, she suddenly began to see undying, and they began to grab her out of the fog like some sick Halloween haunted house.
Then, the voices began. Her family, who she tried to keep out of her mind, or her friends from college. Even the new people she met since Day Zero sounded as if they were just out of sight, and she called out once or twice to no avail.
Her mind wandered, and she began to feel detached. It took a long time for her to realize she was slowly losing her sanity, as if something had snapped inside of the casino and now she was unraveling. The more she moved, the deeper she fell into this sense of detachment. She needed to find her way out.
Suddenly, she tripped again, and as she looked she saw the face of her roommate, rotting with wide eyes and lips open in a scream. As she looked again, it was gone. Shivers covered her skin as voices continued to fill her head and she pushed up to keep moving forward.
After moving along, heavy breathing broke through the voices in her head, and she paused again to look around. After awhile, Kelly took a chance and looked over her shoulder, catching sight of dozens of eyes. Stumbling, she broke out into a run, the breathing joining the voices in her head but the eyes disappearing as she moved on.
When Kelly glanced behind again to ensure there were more eyes, she tripped again and this time saw the face of her mother, letting out another scream. As she scrambled away, her skin began to itch, and she began to see faces at the edge of her vision. Looking around, they would fade.
Eventually, she stumbled upon some tall gates, and pushed them open to head inside. Some infected wandered about, but she rushed inside and realized the smoke was clear. Scratching her arms, she tried to determine what to do from here.
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100
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Character's name: Kelly Vanderbeck Character's faction: University Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Kelly has dirty, dark blonde hair that is in long curls. She prefers leggings and sweaters, but has noticeable tears and dirt on her outfits.
Maria felt weary, as if a weight was falling down on her shoulders. The last few minutes (or was it hours?) seemed to have gone by in a blur, and she still was trying to wrap her head around what had just happened. The casino, while it started off dark, filled her with hope when she finally got the collar off of her neck. From what she could tell, everyone seemed to have made it out from her faction.
But then the lights went out, and the guns went off, and it was a mad dash to run. She heard people fall, she felt people shove, but all she could do was run out of the building and into the night. Then, the fog rolled in.
She began to wander, trying to find someone in the dense fog that she knew or just recognized. Occasionally, she would hear things, but mostly she was left in a blind silence. Soon enough, fatigue began to drag her down, and her eyes were harder and harder to open. She was tired, and despite her best efforts, she needed to rest. Looking to the ground, Maria let out a scream as she saw bodies all around her. One was knocked over with her movements, and the faces were stitched and the bodies bloated. Scrambling, she began to run.
After awhile, Maria chanced looking down and let out a sigh. When she looked back up, she saw a light in the distance, and what appeared to be thinning fog. Maria began to ran, and she continued to run for awhile until she realized she was getting no closer. It was another illusion.
As she slowed to a walk, Maria began to hear voices and heavy breathing. Looking around, she finally glanced behind her to see eyes blinking in the distance. Letting out a half-hearted scream, she raced ahead, and glanced behind again. The eyes were gone, but the breathing seemed to stay.
When she looked back, however, Maria caught sight of gates. Hesitantly, in case this was another illusion, she neared the gates with hesitance, but the fog did indeed thin. Pushing through, she let out a breath, and tried to figure out where she was.
[ Infection Rate ]: 20 /100
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Character's name: Maria Giorgi Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: HERE BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Maria is pretty plain, but has a nice smile. She has straight, dark brown hair and blue-green eyes, as well as a dusting of freckles from playing outside too much when she was younger. She is on the shorter side of average, but only just so, and doesn't wear too flashy of clothing.
[ 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 ].
Gretel had Dee and Dum came to congratulate her for her freedom, they removed her collar and chirped (mostly it was only Dum) and hugged her before they took the collar away with them. After freed, the bunny girl continued to search for Jeff but the central system announced that the game was over. She paused and listened, only hoped Jeff had freed himself already. Not likely.
With the announcement, some people had their faces paled and it gradually was heaved into disarray. People banged at the door like salmons struggled and packed in a confined area, she was pushed and her shoulder collided with scared players. BANG. The man's white mask was eye-catching in a mess of colors, the gunshot had froze the crowd and he began to speak. Gretel frowned at being called someone's property but the blabbing in silence alarmed her more. The scene of the poor woman's flesh wrapped up neatly like ready-to-eat meat flashed across her mind, no, she was in denial of her wild conjecture.
Gretel was disgusted by his business tone, they really treated them like meat cattle. His words went on threw she off guard. Raw human flesh as cure to the virus, that was crazy.......No wonder they won't show any commiseration in their unfeeling eyes. The guy shot a person interrupted right in the middle of his head, he fell and the bloods escaped his body spread outwards on the shiny tiles. She knew they didn't intend to let the collar-less people go and she had been searching for path of safe escape as the masked man talked. Just a chance and she could make it out.
If there was something happen......Gretel hoped - As if granting her wish, an undying appeared and people scattered from that corner frantically, accompanied with screams and cries. The ground suddenly shook like a loud low groan, the one blocking the exits were startled and distracted. The lights flickered under the screams and uproars, it was like a series of snapshots through the camera lens. She felt queasy, the images of her vision blinked several times and migraines kicked in. Then it was only darkness, the lights didn't flicker on for one more time. It was the time! Gretel kept a low profile as she moved in the darkness, using the feeble lights of the red runes to get closer to the door. It opened, the light from outside served like the only source of light, people lunged at it for escape, including Gretel.
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Breathed in and out, she would hear her panting as she ran, away from the gunfire and screams that raised her adrenaline level. She didn't stop, knowing they were shooting people down, one second of hesitation, she might be the next victim. The young lady who seldom run lunged forward to nowhere, until she coughed for depletion of oxygen in lungs.
She barged in a labyrinth of fog, there was no one but her with infected slowly surrounded her. Even resting, her eyes were flickering and that was why her eyes catching a pair of rotten legs coming towards her from behind. She dashed again and barely dodged the claws reached out from the front and with a quick turn, she changed her direction as the infected bumped into a tree. The groans didn't stop behind her, her heart beating too fast to remain calm.
The fog became denser, first it was grey, veiling the objects behind it; then it was thick white as if inside cloistering layers of a cocoon. The visibility reached the lowest, she lost in orientation but she knew she couldn't stop. Finally she seemed to make out lights ahead, she ran towards it, accelerated. After a while, as if she didn't move at all but in fact she did, the lights was still coming from afar. She hadn't close the distance, half huffing, her feet were still moving forward at the hope of the dim light.
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Character's name: Gretel Sweet Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: GO BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: 23, Grey eyes, short hair dyed in silver grey and wearing a pair of lavender colored frame. Don't ask about Hansel :/ [ LOOK LIKE THIS ]
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