After having had her confrontation with Jeff Ritsa had pulled herself into one of the rooms. Darkness engulfed her in fears and horror, guilt racked her mind and ate at her. When she did finally come to, the first sound Ritsa made was a groan followed by more sobbing. She curled up into a fetal position as more sobs crashed over her. How was she still alive!? She wanted nothing more than to be dead right now. There was no point in going on any further, and worst of all, everyone was infected. Everyone around her would eventually be turning into one of those monsters maybe they could put her out of her misery. End it all now before she could do anymore harm to anyone else.
But that would mean she too was infected. What if she started attacking them? What if she ended up killing someone else!? Each thought only left Ritsa staring out into the room like an empty husk. Her eyes were blood shot, sunken, wide and wild from the fear. There had to be a way to end it? Jumping off a roof didn't have high enough chances of killing whoever jumped. The chances were higher that she would break something, and still become an infected. Stabbing herself would do no better she would just bleed out slowly, far to slowly. What if she threw herself into a fire? It would stop her from coming back in any form to attempt to kill anyone else.
OOC: SCENARIO 2
Scenario requirements:Your character steps into one of the hospital rooms accidentally and blacks out. When they wake up, they realize everyone around them is an Infected (terminal virus stage). The hallucinations have gone to their head, making them believe they are all Infected, including themselves. React accordingly. PVP is turned on, but if your character takes more than -10 damage, they snap back to the reality of the situation.
If more than one character, all characters believe the same. Instead of hitting themselves/each other for -10 damage they can also choose to write an "identity crisis" solo or 250 words about what they plan to do knowing they are Infected. After they do so they snap back to awareness and realize that they are still okay for now.
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter. Characters involved: If solo or PRP fill out characters here Extra effect: All players need to follow this effect. Go HERE and COPY AND PASTE the LATEST effect posted and place it here. This is now IC to this thread.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 25/100 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
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 1:26 pm
Stepping into the building was probably his first mistake. And his second mistake was following the sounds of someone sobbing, walking further into the hospital than he probably ought to without a map or knowing what was waiting for him inside. It was quiet save for the sobs, and his footsteps echoed up and down the abandoned corridors of the old place. It reminded him of a good number of movies where a character walks slowly down a hospital hallway only to see something they couldn't unsee. Or to have something engage them in a chase scene that ultimately ended with said character's death.
He shook the imagery from his mind as best he could and walked on, anyway. For all he knew it was someone he knew that was trapped or hurting in here, and there was no way in hell he'd leave anyone like that behind.
"Hello?" he called out. His heart began to race the louder the sobs got. He must have been getting closer, but there was no way to be certain. The fog might have ******** his s**t up, so. He couldn't really tell. Maybe he'd lost a little something back there, but what if those voices were right? What if they were all infected and trying to fight it was just prolonging the inevitable suffering they'd all have to go through anyway? Was there any point to surviving up to this point, then? Was there any point in still fighting?
"Leiah?" he tried again as he carefully rounded a corner, shoving the thoughts away. It wasn't like him to think so negatively, but if evidence started beating down what little hope he had left in humanity it was getting harder and harder to see the silver lining.
He walked until finally the sobs were at their loudest. The door to the room to his left was wide open and the sobs seemed to be coming from inside, so he took one step in. Then another, then another.
Then everything went black.
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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.
Leiah had been wandering for not even ten minutes [or so she thought] when she heard a voice.
Leiah?
Was that? No, it couldn't be....He was infected right? No one was here, she was safe. Safe from the voices, the accusations, her failure and her mortality. Despite it all, her curiousity got the best of her and she began to wobble walk towards the source, swallowing nervously. "D-Drew?" She kept walking until she heard sobbing, pausing for a brief moment before picking up the pace. "H-Hello? Are you okay?!" the sobbing grew louder and louder the closer she came to the source. Her gut started to eat at her, making twisted knots of sickness and confusion. Who was this person sobbing? Maybe they were like her? or, Leiah covered her ears. Nope, she wasnt hearing this right now! Maybe its just a voice in your head mommy?
Leiah quickly ran through the door to escape the voice of the little boy that continued to torment her, tripping and hitting her head on the floor, Blacking out.
[ Infection Rate ]: 25/100
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Character's name: Leiah Sanderson Character's faction: MALL BBY! Character's journal link:gaia_crown Character's survival stats: emotion_zombie BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLeiah stands at 5’8 and 130lbs with lightly tanned skin. She’s got brown hair that’s just down to her knees and blue green eyes that are constantly making her look like she’s up to something. She considers herself fit and trim but a bit on the small side, which makes fitting into clothes hard but easy at the same time. Status: Leiah recently had her jaw dislocated so talking is difficult. Zone Status: Wondering how the hell shes gonna help get herself and her fellow mall rats out of this mess... Crrent Mental State: Leiah is currently paranoid and terrified due to the message she heard on the radio. Expect alot of Resident evil references and theories.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 8:05 pm
Ritsa's head felt like it had been filled with sand as she slowly pushed herself into a sitting postion. Sitting here crying wasn't going to help her fix this situation. It was only going to make things more painful. It would only prolong the fact that she was going to turn into one of these infected anyway. If she ended the suffering now, stopped herself from turning, then she couldn't hurt anyone else. Searching the room Ritsa glanced about for something she could use to kill herself. The only thing of use she could see here sheets. Maybe if she twisted that up into a rope and hung herself, this would end it right?
She hoped so. Gathering up the sheets Ritsa set about twisting the fabric and knotting it up in places. Still sobbing as she worked. It wasn't until she had a good amount of the rope placed in a spot she deemed worthy did something happen. Two people seemed to have stumbled into the room she was in. Two rather familiar people. "Drew!?" Ritsa was panic stricken as she rushed over towards the man.
Sure enough not far behind him was Leiah, how had she not noticed either of them entering the room. Fearing that yet more people might die around her Ritsa did her best to make them comfortable in the room. Glancing back towards the noose she had hanging from the ceiling. All she could do now was wait for them to recover. As it didn't seem they had sustained any injuries she could pick up on.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 25/100 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
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 8:35 pm
He woke with a start maybe about a minute later, in a cold sweat and frantic, forcing himself against the wall as soon as he saw the silhouettes of two other people nearby.
"W-who..." Draw started to say, and as his vision slowly adjusted he realized that the two were familiar. Ritsa and Leiah, though in the back of his mind he knew.
Infected, all of you...
There was always something about the infected and he had no choice but to believe. So he chose not to say anything, and he sat there in silence for a while, breathing shallow and erratic. What could he do? No one was safe, no one was worth saving if they were all infected. That meant everything up to this point had been a waste. Surviving day one, living inside the mall and fighting daily to survive. Getting past those bandits, escaping the crazy cannibal casino. None of it was worth the effort since they were all doomed anyway. The usual optimism in Drew's outlook was gone. There was nothing left to live for; he couldn't even save Leiah, or spare her from what was to come.
And there wasn't even any point in trying to take as many of them down with him if he decided to suicide.
No one is worth saving, Drew.
He held his head in his hands and, despite himself, started sobbing quietly. He rocked against the wall, his shoulders making a soft thud with each impact. Whether it was out of pity, for himself, for Leiah, for Ritsa, or for anyone else that was forced to face such a harsh reality he couldn't say. But he was overcome with such an emotion and he saw no point in putting up pretenses. He wasn't okay. Nothing was going to be fine. He couldn't hold up the usual front anymore. Infection and death were inevitable, there was no point in living. No point in even trying anymore.
Accept it, embrace it. It's over.
He would end things for himself, on his own terms, though. He wouldn't let the infection take him over. And he wouldn't let it take Leiah, either...
"I'm sorry," he said softly between his sobs. It was a phrase he wanted to say to everyone he couldn't save, everyone that ever mattered to him. But now that they were all presumably gone and there was just...nothing he could do.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Drew repeated it like a mantra, voiced cracked and hoarse as the tears continued to flow.
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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.
Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2015 3:04 pm
When she came to, Leiah blinked and looked around, taking in her surroundings. She looked round wildly, her unfocused eyes finally setting on something in the corner. Who was calling her? Who was crying? Its just voices mommy....Don't pay attention to them! You only need to worry about me! IM the one that DIED because of your selfish decision! PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!! The demonic voice rocked her hearing and shattered the dazed look she had in her eyes. Leiah pointed her shaking finger towards Ritsa, screaming. "YOUR NOT REAL!!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!"
This was driving her insane! All the voices, the accusations, the infection. Leiah curled up into the fetal position on the dirty floor, muttering and whispering to herself. She couldn't do this, keep up all this cheeriness and pretend that everything was okay, that they were all going to make it out alive and well without the scars or breaks in their psyche. You're never making it out alive...EVERYONE'S INFECTED........even daddy....
why bother? There's no need to save anyone Leilei. You're just as good as dead. Embrace it...Come home to me....Even Kyle is waiting for Drew....Let go...
Leiah continued to rock, refusing to believe what the lies of her dead child and best friend. There may not have been any hope for them, but she refused to jump ship just because they demanded she do it. If she was going to die or kill herslef off, it would be when she decided. She curled up tighter with a hand on her lower stomach. "I'm sorry I couldn't keep you...Mommy's sorry for being selfish and stupid! I'm so sorry!!" She screamed and screamed the apology, trying to appease her guilt and the finality of their situation. She could't be cheery anymore, she couldn't talk people to death about nothing, and she couldn't save anyone. They would all die because of her, because she couldn't do anything.
They're all infected mommy...
She wished this would just stop
[ Infection Rate ]: 35/100
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Character's name: Leiah Sanderson Character's faction: MALL BBY! Character's journal link:gaia_crown Character's survival stats: emotion_zombie BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLeiah stands at 5’8 and 130lbs with lightly tanned skin. She’s got brown hair that’s just down to her knees and blue green eyes that are constantly making her look like she’s up to something. She considers herself fit and trim but a bit on the small side, which makes fitting into clothes hard but easy at the same time. Physical Status: Healthy with the exception of some bruises and scrapes. Zone Status: Fog and infection...... Crrent Mental State: Leiah is currently paranoid and terrified due to the message she heard on the radio. Expect alot of Resident evil references and theories. Due to current events in zone 3, Leiah is quite litterally insane. Approach with caution.
Ritsa's eyes settled on Drew first, as he seemed to rouse quicker than Leiah. Though he seemed odder than she had expected. "He know what you did! They both do. You better kill them now before they tell anyone else." Ritsa took a step back from them. Her arm flinching at a strange itch that never seemed to want to go away. She couldn't kill them even if she was being told to, they were innocent, and if they told on her she deserved whatever came.
Clenching and clenching her fists Ritsa's head turned to Leiah as she seemed to come to. But the words she spoke hurt, she wasn't real. Twitching Ritsa shifted from where she was but didn't move closer. "Of course I'm real." She snarled, scratching at the back of her neck. It felt like something was crawling on her skin. "Why else would I have helped you up here?" She pointed towards Drew. "You guys came together after all."
The sounds of I'm sorry coming from drew confused Ritsa. Why was he apologizing? She was the one that had done horrible things. "he thinks you're going to try to kill him now too." The voices spoke.
"I'm not going to hurt you." Ritsa muttered glancing back and forth between the two fellow mall rats. "Snap out of it!"
"They are playing you." The voice whispered.
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[ Infection Rate ]: 35/100 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
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2015 8:55 pm
One second his ears were filled with an overwhelming degree of sound, the next it was complete and utter silence. Still he rocked where he sat, head in his hands and tears streaming down, his voice dwindling down to a whisper until finally, the fog lifted. His breathing was shaky, voice hoarse but the emotions faded into dullness. All that was left was an unbearable itch all over his back.
A sniffled followed and he blinked away the last of his tears before he looked up at last to see Ritsa's face. There no voices to assault him again, just pure silence and Ritsa's words. A cursory glance around the room revealed that Leiah was there as well, but the only emotion to register when he saw her was guilt. Guilt that he couldn't do anything to protect her. To save her.
A lump formed in his throat and he couldn't speak despite opening his mouth. No words formed in his brain, not even a sound came of the motion. And then he blinked again and his gaze flickered to Ritsa and he found his voice.
"Snap out of what?" he asked before glancing back to Leiah. "What the hell is going on?"
[ Infection Rate: 20 +10 30/100 ]
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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.
