Scenario requirements: As you walk around (if you are in a group there is only ONE), a small pet begins to follow you. It is up to you what appearance they take. It loyally chases after you no matter where you go. It is obedient to your commands and seems rather intelligent.
As you play around with this pet, you begin to notice it has a couple of strange defects. Eyes growing on its back. An extra pair teeth from its chest. Legs protruding from its cut open belly. The defects get worse and worse, and the pet slowly grows more hostile. Eventually, you have to put it out of its misery. (5 HP to defeat it, it does -1 auto damage). If you decide to SPARE IT it will hurt you instead (or one person in your group) for HALF YOUR HEALTH before it disappears.
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter Characters involved: Peter Kim Extra effect: -
OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: NUMBER HERE 45/100 Character's name: Prof. Peter Kim Character's faction: University Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Peter KimView Jersey Number: 19 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER a slightly haggard looking middle-aged man. Grey-haired, perpetually sighing and cleaning his dusty spectacles
All dreams must come to an end, and Peter found himself back at the courtyard of the hospital, the flowers and vines no where to be seen. And so he wandered about, alone, having lost contact with the others from the university. He could not know if they were alive. Were they back at the campus already? But ah, if he were already infected, perhaps it was best to keep away. And he, like many of the fallen, would be doomed to wander the earth alone.
He could hear tiny footsteps following him, stopping him in his tracks.
“I've got nothing for you,” he told the creature, gesturing with empty hands. His last scrap of food and drink on him had been consumed long ago, while the casino had only provided him with his fill of alcohol.
Still the creature waited, wagging its tail. Peter fished his pockets for some wire, dangling it in front of the creature to play. Perhaps he could use some company. And for a while, he sat on the ground, satisfied to be playing an innocuous game of catch and tug-of-war.
But at some point, he began to notice that something was... off. Peter removed his glasses and wiped them clean, putting them back on. He couldn't excuse his denial on the fog.
The creature was now snapping viciously at the wire, growls emitting from both mouths on the front and its chest. It was infected, perhaps because of him.
It lurched forward, clawing at his pants. Peter barely dodged, whipping out his pocket knife to slash blindly in retaliation.
He hadn't meant for his attack to connect, but now provoked, the creature hissed at him in contempt.
“Stay back!” he warned it, but to no avail. The knife was brought down on it as it bit his leg, causing it to disappear.
The knife clattered to the ground, and the man stared at his bloodied hands in shock, thinking on what he had done. No, no he wasn't like this. He wasn't some killer.
Not real, he told himself shakily, it wasn't real.
Turning and looking around desperately, the man could still see that he was all alone. Nobody had seen him do that... perhaps that was the problem. He needed to find the rest, somebody, anybody, to make sure he doesn't lose it again. It was getting harder and harder to keep calm and stop imagining things while he was all alone.
The hospital loomed before him, still pitch black as ever. Peter dared to take a step towards it, still hesitant about entering. He wouldn't be able to see in that place... but what was the harm when he was already infected? Trembling, he entered.
