Aaran couldn't tell weather being inside or outside was better, both providing him with horrible experiences that he didn't want to remember. This place was horrible and he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. But with the fog making it difficult to escape, and treacherous to boot, he was soundly stuck there.

He ended up just outside the hospital, keeping close to the wall, eying the fog and it's creeping tendrils. He had a few meters between himself and the fog at least, though this didn't reassure him in the slightest. Maybe he should go back inside...

Without warning the fog rushed forward, ensnaring him in it's cold embrace. Cursing under his breath he stumbled, spun on his heels and ran towards the direction of the hospital entrance. Or, what he thought was it. Which way was it again?

The voices began again, this time stronger, louder. They drowned out everything in his head, consuming every thought he had until he couldn't think at all. Holding his head he blindly ran in whichever direction, his sense of self shattering until he was just a mess of voices and feelings.

Minutes passed, turning into hours, leaving Aaran confused, disoriented, and he talked to the voices in his head, a different personality revealing itself with each thing he said.

"Great scott! This is certainly a bind we have found ourselves in, however shall we get out?" He spoke in a accent, before his voice became a quiet hiss.

"The fog issss to denssse. I cannot ssse a thing"

"I WILL BE BE DETERRED BY SOMETHING SO SILLY AS A LITTLE FOG." His voice boomed in the silence.

He continued to talk to himself, unable to determine if he was even human or something else entirely. Perhaps he was a ghost, or a infected, or some sort of animal.

After what felt like a eternity, he spotted a familiar building in the fog, shambling towards it. His hands pushed through the doors, and he collapsed on the floor, holding his head. The voices had subsided leaving him to recall who he was, but now he felt erratic, as if he could be lose himself all over again if he wasn't careful.

Which, given his current train of luck, was highly likely.

OOC: SCENARIO 6
Your character wanders around outside, too scared to go into the hospital, too scared to go back to the fog. At some point the fog encroaches, and envelops them entirely. They begin to hear voices from all directions, and it directly shatters their psyche as they are no longer able to process or comprehend what or who they are. They wander the fog for hours, trapped in a state of non-living, as they begin to develop several personas, and talk to each persona of themselves to cope with the situation.

Eventually the effect subsides, and they escape the fog, feeling shaken. It feels like however, a switch has become undone, and they might become unstable again, to the point of even being taken over by the other personas.

If rping this event with multiple people, you only have to pick ONE person to get trapped by the fog, as the other people simply search for them. At the end as the fog recedes they can find them again!

When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter
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.


OOC

Character's name: Arran Brody
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: Journal
Character's survival stats: Stats
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Arran has Sandy brown hair, brown eyes, around 6 foot and has a tan. He's also pretty toned.



[ Infection Rate ]: 45 + 10 = 55 /100