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Scenario requirements: Your character is lost inside the hospital. As the walls become narrower and narrower, they hear a strange scraping noise. They turn around, and see only darkness. As they turn around again, a shadowed figure begins to approach them steadily, a long rusted weapon dragging behind them. It is huge, spanning nearly ten feet. You can feel it breathing behind you, approaching closer.

Your character must RUN AWAY from this thing. Every time you make a post you take -10 damage as it chases you.

To run away, your character MUST take -20 damage OR, drop two items from their minis inventory to slow it down. Announce which items they are. Remove them from your inventory. If multiple characters in your party, all characters need to either drop 2 items or take the -20 damage.

When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter. Add only +5 infection if your character suffered NO DAMAGE.

Characters involved: Rook
Extra effect: n/a


After the phone call incident, Rook, at this point was just wandering aimlessly through the hallways; growing more tense by the second. He had tried to retrace his steps and find the exit, but somehow had gotten lost. In fact, the further he walked the more the noted that the walls seemed to close in on him. Now, he wasn't claustrophobic, but even he could tell that this was not a good sign and was feeling a little more than stressed at the idea of getting closed in. Though, because there was no choice he continued further, determined to reach the end before the walls blocked him. That was when he heard the faint sound of what scrapping.

"Guys..?" No answer. Only the rough scrapping sound. Was anyone even there? Or was he simply hearing things again. What was going on. "Is anyone there?" He called again, now he had stopped; turning slowly to locate the source and immediately regretted his decision. Words died in his mouth as he spotted the shadowy figure that was fast approaching. It was dragging something, a weapon? Which spanned about ten feet behind it.

Oh hell no! He might not have been a gamer, but even he knew that this was a bad sign and he needed to get the ******** away. Now.

With another curse, one of many over the past few nights, he started running. Yet, no matter how hard he ran or how long, he could feel the creatures breath right behind him, urging him to run faster and harder. And he did. It felt like hours since he had started running, but even now, the harsh raspy sound of breathing still pursued at his back. It was apparent by now that If he didn't do anything--like right this minute--it was going to catch up and it was going to try and kill him. He had heard about enough horror stories and films, even games, to know how it always played out. Never let it catch you!

With that horrible thought in his mind, Rook did the first thing he thought of and began throwing objects at the creature as he ran. The first, an extra sweater he had packed along, and had no real use of as of right now. It could go. The second was a little harder to go. After all, the first aid kid was something he had been holding onto for a long time. But considering it was live or die, he threw it as well and listened for the satisfying smack as it hit the creature. That would slow it down enough, ******** this s**t, I'm out of here." There was no way he was sticking around here. He needed to find the exit.

Dropping Sweater A + First Aid Kit
+ 5 Infection

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[ Infection Rate ]: 35/100
Rook's HP: 50/50




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Character's name: Rook
Character's faction: University
Character's journal link: View
Character's survival stats: View
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