The lights going out had been unexpected, as well as the fact that they were already infected. Was... the only cure really to eat... ... no. She couldn't think about that right now. She had to focus on running. Dani ran into the darkness, into the fog, and shuddered when she heard the sound of breathing behind her. It sounded close. Too close.
+5 Infection
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[ Infection Rate ]: 5/100 Character's name: Danielle Yu Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: Danielle YuView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Korean, long black curly hair held back with headband, snug sweater, uni jersey with #24, tights/shorts/boot combo with labcoat
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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 ].
[A.V.] rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 2:31 pm
Dani kept running, but she started lagging once she felt dizzy and nauseous. N-not again... As she struggled to move on, she found herself weighed down more and more... until she finally looked down to see herself surrounded... by bodies. She had accidentally nudged one over with her foot, and was horrified by what she saw.
No... no, this wasn't real. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the voices inside. N-no, she had to keep moving.
+10 Infection
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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.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 15/100 Character's name: Danielle Yu Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: Danielle YuView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Korean, long black curly hair held back with headband, snug sweater, uni jersey with #24, tights/shorts/boot combo with labcoat
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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 ].
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5Total: 5 (1-6)
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Dani flailed, but the bodies were still there. Each passing moment made her more frantic, and angry, and... itchy? Faces flashed across her, and she shook. What... what was happening?
+10 Infection
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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.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 25/100 Character's name: Danielle Yu Character's faction: University Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: Danielle YuView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Korean, long black curly hair held back with headband, snug sweater, uni jersey with #24, tights/shorts/boot combo with labcoat
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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 ].
James scrambled out of the casino with everyone else. He tried to keep track of everyone he knew - Kammy, Miss Caroline, Cecil, Hitsu - but it was no use. The crowd erupting from the now-dim doorway was too large; too confusing.
He stumbled out, and into the fog.
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It felt like he'd been wandering for hours, with nothing to keep him company but the infected or his own thoughts. He'd not forgotten the message he'd overheard on the communications tower what seemed like years ago. It is too late. You are already dead.
"Already dead," he murmured. He heard something scuffle behind him, and turned quickly -
There were eyes, eyes everywhere.
James stumbled, and began to run, but the sounds of pursuit continued, although there was no more sign of whatever it had been. I've got to get out of here. he thought, full on sprinting now, running blind, his glasses ghosted over with dew, when -
He erupted into a clearing. He nearly fell on his hands and knees then, sucking in air and trying to catch his breath, when he realized once again he wasn't alone. "K-Kammy?" he tried hopefully, but the figures he saw were unfamiliar to him, standing in a strange little circle. They did not even seem to notice him. It was unnerving, and he found himself too afraid to speak again.
He waited uneasily a few more moments, and then quietly eased backward, into the fog.
James kept moving backward until his foot landed on something slick, and he pitched backward over something. He sat up, groping around for his glasses and shoving them up the bridge of his nose just in time to see -
-worms crawled in and out of her face, nose gone and nothing left of her eyes but obscene puddles -
"N-NO!" he squealed uneasily, kicking at the ground and shoving himself bodily from what was left of his new-found friend. Kammy?! He sat, rocking back and forth for a while before regaining his feet in an attempt to find her again, but to no avail.
He was all alone.
25/100
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Character's name: James Bridges Character's faction: University Character's journal link: Link to journals here Character's survival stats: James BridgesView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERmy avatar
HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
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2, 2, 6Total: 10 (3-18)
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The fog rolled across his skin, thick and cold. It felt like fingers or the careful, skittering legs of spiders. It was unnerving and unnatural. Harvard had lost everyone in the fog and maybe the feeling was strange, but the very aloneness of it made his skin crawl. He was not a man who normally sought out people, he thought. But, as he walked it dawned on him, that perhaps he did. He wanted companionship, but on his terms, her wanted reactions, but caused by him. Harvard wanted, but it was a controlled sort of want. He shivered and tugged on the collar of his sweater. And then he tripped.
A curse slipped out as Harvard caught his balance, then looked down. Limbs tangled under his feet and his mouth pulled in a shocked gasp. Caroline. Her eye stared blankly upwards, make-up still smeared artlessly around it. Her other eye socket was empty, something having plucked it out. Her jaw hung askew, the bottom half barely holding on by a few bloody strings of muscle. Across, no, in her chest there was a large hole, large enough he could reach into it and feel the ground below. It glistened wetly, the torn edges of the wound seeming to tremble. Blood fanned out underneath her body like wings, seeping into the cold ground, warming it briefly. But everything was cold now. Cold and dead. But.. how - when? He stumbled back and back and back, unable to believe his eyes.
And he stumbled over something else. Harvard closed his eyes for a moment, feeling sick, loathe to even look. But slowly, he cracked them open. This time it was Austin, glasses cracked and only half on his face. A large piece of glass had wedged in his forehead, slicing him open neatly. The two halves of his head had petaled open slightly around the jagged shard of glass like some kind of gruesome flower. Blood still ran in rivulets from the gash; a slow trickle that spoke of attempt coagulation. Blood and something grey-ish pink. It stained Austin's light hair, pooled under his head. Harvard jerked back. Other large shards of glass pinned Austin to the foggy ground - one through the palm of his hand, another slicing deeply into his knee, leaving muscle and bones and the yellow of sebaceous fat exposed.
With an inarticulate noise, Harvard threw himself away from this body, too. He pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes, breathing deeply. And then, he began to run. Harvard did not look down, though when he looked back, the fog had swallowed up their mangled bodies. He'd seen them, right? He... saw that.... Harvard shook his head. The fog seemed to thin and he ran faster, ignored the catch of his toes against things - things he dared not look at. There had to be an end to this fog, right?
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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 ]. [ 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 ].
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[ Infection Rate ]: 25/100 Character's name: Dr. Harvard Falls Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #80 Jersey Number: 15 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 35 year old linguistic anthropology professor. Dark hair and beard. Smokes. [x]
The Semblance of Unity rolled 3 6-sided dice:
5, 6, 4Total: 15 (3-18)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 3:00 pm
Haagendazs found the fog nice, in a way. After the horrible lights of the casino, it was dark, silent, dampening. There was art in the contrast. It swirled around him, clinging to his clothes, dulling his movements. But... he paused. There was something.. "Giuseppe?" There was a thread of hope in his voice - he'd been separated form his brother and this time, the radio could not help to reunite them. They'd be so close, they'd been together in the casino and it had been bright and shining. And now, he was alone. Something breathed behind him. Startling, he glance back, still walking. Eyes blinked back at him, glowing, unnatural things. Dazs' breath caught. He had to keep moving.
The fog seemed to lighten, briefly, to speak of the kind of fog-ending that happens when a building is near. Dazs ran, thin legs pumping. He just wanted... he just wanted to be safe, with his family. The world spun around him, lights flashing in the backs of his eyes. Dazs couldn't move, began to slow. His feet dragged, stumbled over themselves, tripped... over something else. He looked down. Under the blanket of fog lay hundreds of bodies, face-down, warm, sleeping. He breathed deeply. Would this happen to him too if he stopped? Reach out with both hands, he pulled a woman over.
The first thing he saw was the smile, crudely stitched on, the black knots of the stitches forming ugly dimples. Then the chest - or what was left of it. Maggots writhed in and out of the gaping holes, their white bodies a stark contrast to the deep red of it. Dazs heaved and threw up, the remains of any food he;d eaten splashing out onto the ground. It speckled across the body, flecks of an indeterminable color. He heaved again and, shaking, got to his feet. Then, without looking back, Daz began to run.
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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 ]. [ Rolling a 6 ] At last you come to the exit of the fog! You run towards it, and it seems to continue the same distance as you run on and on and on. Eventually, you realize that you were not getting any closer to the exit. [ +5 infection, ADD THIS TO YOUR OOC INFECTION RATE TALLY ]. [ Rolling a 4:] You feel something following you from behind the fog, and hear it breathing. It doesn't sound human, and if you dare chance to look back, you see several pairs of eyes blinking at you all at different times. The sounds continue to follow you, but the eyes are nowhere to be seen. [ +5 infection, ADD THIS TO YOUR OOC INFECTION RATE TALLY ].
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[ Infection Rate ]: 20/100 Character's name: Haagendazs St. Pierre Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #86 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 15 year old boy. [x]
Matilda ran. It was all she could do. She had been right about the casino owners going back on their word of freeing them if they successfully met their price, and the only thing that had saved them in the face of the owner's gun had been a well-placed electrical failure in the casino. Hopefully, that meant that everyone was able to get out as a result.
Thinking back, the idea of overpowering the owner and his goons was laughable at best. If they had been caught the first time, what made her think they would actually be able to fight their way out? The enemy had guns, while only a few of the 'players' could lay claim to actual melee weapons. Eyeing the knife sticking out of her bag, a spoil from the chaos in the casino, Matilda knew she'd gotten incredibly lucky.
Slowing her pace in the fog, the woman finally realized just how quiet it was. Somewhere along the way, Matilda had become separated from the rest of the escapees. Should she go back? No... the only thing behind her was the casino, and sure death if she was caught.
*rustle*
Whipping around, chills began to crawl up Matilda's spine. Had that noise been from a friend? Or was there an infected out there? The fog made it near impossible to tell.
As she stood stock-still, shivering in uncertainty, a voice began whispering to her, berating her. It took a moment to realize it was her own. Was she hearing things?
You went to the casino, saying it was for everyone else sake... but you were merely curious. You let that boy die instead of saving him. You weren't able to save anyone from their fate. You ran... only thinking of yourself.
It was all true. She had no excuses. Matilda clutched her head as the guilt that haunted her was thrown in her face. Who was this, and how did they know these things? Fighting back tears of shame, Matilda ran once more.
As Matilda ran, the sound of deep and heavy breathing could be heard. She felt panic rise within her as her imagination ran wild as to who the owner could be. It didn't sound human.. so was it an infected? Or was there something else to worry about in the fog? Not daring to look back, she continued running. She couldn't get caught.
Her flight brought her to a strange sight: a group of people huddled in a circle. "Excuse me! It's not safe here, something has been chasing me!," she cried out, grabbing onto a woman's arm. No one moved. Their faces were shadowed and expressionless. They said nothing, even as she tried to warn them of the danger that had been following her. Their lack of reaction brought realization that the breathing behind her had ceased. Had the thing following her given up... or was it afraid of this group? Deciding not to take chances, Matilda quietly left the group to their circle.
After a few more minutes of wandering, jumping at the smallest instances of noise, a set of rusted gates came into view. It was... a hospital? The blonde groaned, knowing hospitals were a notorious horror cliche. It wasn't any safer out here, though. With that logic, she went inside.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 20/100
Character's name: Matilda Baer Character's faction: University Character's journal link:X Character's survival stats:View Jersey Number: 4 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5"3', slim, short blonde curly hair, narrow green eyes, age 29, English Teacher. - Eloquent, hard-working, resourceful, and somewhat athletic. Also pessimistic, strict, emotional when stressed, and holds grudges.
THE MIGHTY MOOSE, who was significantly less mighty since entering the now-darkened casino, stumbled out with the others. His foot hadn't quite stopped bleeding, and he felt dizzy. He was almost completely certain he shouldn't be walking on it, and yet somehow, he was. It was almost like the torn shoulder all over again. Where was their stunt crew? The medical teams? And why did everyone keep insisting that this wasn't a game?
He wandered out into the fog, lost in more ways than one.
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He didn't like all this questioning. Being THE MOOSE had been easy - yell at things, and then when that didn't work, punch them. But as of late, even as the fog outside intensified, the hazy smoke in his mind was starting to clear, and it brought up... uncertainty.
It was almost a relief when he heard a noise behind him, and he spun around on his good foot to shout -
But there were eyes, eyes everywhere.
"COME OUT AND FACE ME," he boomed, but there was no response. He was forced to ignore it, and shuffle onward.
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When he reached the clearing at first, he was relieved. The fog had really started to get to him, chanting and whispering things he couldn't quite understand. At it's center were a circle of eight people, silent and somehow ominous.
"GOOD DAY, CITIZENS," he tried. "IS THIS THE MEDICAL CREW?" There was no response. After a time, he shook his masked head irritably, turning on his heel and marching right back into -
Into the clearing. From the other side.
THE MIGHTY MOOSE stood there for a second, puzzled horror making his thoughts move slow like molasses. The whispers grew louder now, but the figures' lips did not move. He approached them then, this time in silence.
He ripped off his mask, throwing it at their feet and wandering back out into the unknown.
25/100
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Character's name: THE MIGHTY MOOSE Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Link to journals here Character's survival stats: The Mighty MooseView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER2SEXY
Renita began to believe the fog would never end. She had no idea where she was in relation to anything or anyone, no idea if she'd stumble into another pile of bodies or infected. Usually it was easy to get a hold of her thoughts, to sort them into an order she could deal with and proceed accordingly, but it was hard to focus through the whispers. They grated at her nerves still, with never the barest bit of a lull, and no amount of telling them to be quiet had had any effect at all.
When the new voice came, she almost didn't notice. But it was clear and level, the voice of a woman who knew what she was talking about and expected to be listened to. So Renita did as she walked, let herself focus on that clear tone until the others started to fade back a little. And when her attention was fully given, the voice began to speak directly to her.
"Do you even realize how much of a fool you've made of yourself?" Renita bristled, mouth opening to voice a complaint, but it kept on before she could get anything out. "All your plans to keep them all safe and you can't even keep a single one of them by your side for more than an hour, can you?"
"That's not true." She tried, but it was only a half-hearted attempt at its best.
"But really who could blame them? They probably stand a better chance away from you. What have you achieved so far since you've left the apartment? You get hurt, or you shut down and weep like a child. Couldn't even get into one little radio station for information."
Renita stopped in her tracks, gripped by pure dread, and shook her head helplessly. "Stop it, just- Stop. How do you even know-?"
"But maybe you're still clueless enough to think they need you. To think she needs you." It sounded almost bored now, but the words still hit home like the calculated stab of a knife. "We both know you're not the sort who can live on those little fantasies."
There was a shift in the fog, and at last she saw a building rising up out of it. The hospital. Her feet wouldn't move.
"And I think we both know that you're not good enough to survive this at all."
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[ Infection Rate ]: 20 /100
Character's name: Renita Hayes Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Renita has thick, dark brown hair, cut in a medium length bob. Her eyes are brown. She stands at about 5'6" and has a curvy but relatively fit figure. Generally dresses modestly and/or professionally, with a love of sweaters.
its me debz rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-6)
i. Fog as far as she could reach and then some, out into the horizon and beyond. A sea of white, and the pinprick of hope, the speck of light that promised to be an exit had been just another ruse.
ii. Athena dragged her feet over the land and the land dragged out over time, and time dragged out into the beyond. It became a loop. A loop became nothing, and upon looking down, there were bodies and force-faked smiles, hand stitched. Her hands did not shake, but she ran all the same.
iii. It couldn't be Al's face. He'd gotten her free. But it looked so much like him, and there was a woman next to him, rings glittering on their fingers, trapping them in the fog, and--
iv.
No.
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Character's name: athena hyperion Character's faction: prison Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Athena HyperionView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Athena looks, well. Average. Brown hair, brown eyes, average height and weight and just the slightest smattering of freckles. No one would look twice at her and frankly, that's the way she likes it. She's got no time for anyone that isn't already in her life, friend or otherwise.
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.
PhiferWolf rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 4:25 pm
[ 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 ].
Insults. Transphobia. Homophobia. Ignorance. That was it was. Tyler gritted his teeth, clutched his fists as he marched through the fog. The voices - his voices - saying the absolutely bull crap things he had heard growing up. Why are you a boy when you're a girl? So you're gay? So you're a -
"UGH! KNOCK IT OFF!" Tyler threw his fist around in him an arc, dissipating what fog was there to watch it billow back into place again. He had to grow up with this. Family. Friends. Students. Teachers. Therapists. It was the same nonsense over and over.
It angered him. It upset him. He glared through tears as he marched on through the mist. He was both. He was him. He was Tyler.
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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 ].
After realizing he ran half a marathon, Tyler knelt over, panting as he looked ahead. The exit so close and yet... he ran so far. He wasn't getting anywhere. Was it another trick of the fog? Was it another trap? The voices had stopped - which he was thankful for - but this... this wasn't. Still, he'd take this over the voices any day.
PhiferWolf rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 4:38 pm
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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 ].
Tyler clutched his head when he was hit by a sudden vertigo. Shaking it off, his body felt out of sorts as if his body extended beyond its own perception. Looking down, bodies sprawled all around him like a puddle that pooled water. They all laid face down. Turning one, he noticed the blank stair and the stitched smile, the bloated, stitched chest. What was this? If it was like that Casino, he wasn't going to chance it. There was no way he was going back there. Abandoning his body, he sprinted as far and as fast as he could.
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Character's name: Tyler Burgess Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link: x Character's survival stats: BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER:x
The Casino had left him furious, the thought of his food sitting on the table, spent and wasted now to buy his freedom that ended up being a granted when the power went out. He hadn't even had a chance to steal back what was his, instead he stumbled over a dead guard, a knife in his chest. Jacob hadn't thought about his ill gained weapon, he simply ripped it free and ran.
Who hadn't?
And so they ran, they all ran into the fog, one minute they could see one another the next they couldn't. The darkness changed, it was no longer a lack of light but the overwhelming white the flood of smoke and moisture and the whispers of others.
The voices came from all sides at any time causing him to stumble and swing his knife in the dark. Undying lashed out from the fog pushing him onward as he stumbled.
[ROLL SIX]
[ 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 ].
Farther he ran the longer it stretched onward. In the distance he saw a patch, a patch of something clear. It wasn't fog it was something else? was it an exit? He stumbled to the side chasing the dream, the hope of being free yet no matter how much he ran it wasn't any closer...
[ROLLED FIVE]
[ 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 ].
No matter how much he tried to get to the exit ahead it didn't help, he was still stumbling along barely able to keep up with what looked like an endless tunnel. He was exhausted, every step was harder then the last. Slowly he stumbled falling forward onto the ground.
"W-what?" He was almost knee deep in the forms of dead bodies all strewn across the ground. He wiggled his feet trying to pull free huffing and puffing. "No... no no..." He stumbled forward tumbling forward into the bodies again. Slowly he got up again flipping a body in the process his heart stopping.
The face was grim, like some twisted scarecrow, stitches pulling the skin in a false smile, his eyes slid lower, the chest, the reason it was so squishy was clear, there was nothign in the chest, no bones, no organs just an empty sack of flesh bloated and piled deep.
He puked.
He continued to run.
[ROLL TWO]
[ 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 ]
Finally he was free of the corpses running towards his freedom, but then he hit the ground tripping twisting his way into the dirt rolling over. "W-what the ********?" He got up looking at the ground, someone was there, long hair, Mia? s**t. He moved over to the other man rolling him over, "******** ******** ******** ********." He noticed the rot, how long had he been here? Had the undying gotten him? He fell backwards, "No, ******** you where decent you where DECENT!" His head was pounding, he turned dropping the body running towards the edge of the fog when he finally burst free of the white abyss......
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 /100
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Character's name: Jacob Thatch Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERJacob Day 0 Usually looks kind of irritated or bored, stands 5’11 skinny, tries to dress nice given the situation.
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Character's name: Matilda Baer 
