OOC: SCENARIO 5
Scenario requirements: You're not too sure how, but your character has fallen asleep. If you are in a group with multiple people, each person just dreams a separate dream. As a mix-up, optionally if you are in a group, you can have one of the people be the VICTIM in your dream if you wish (or victims!) You are aware you are asleep, but nothing you do will wake yourself up in this dream. You walk along the dream, and are forced into multiple unwilling scenarios. In the first, you are chasing someone with a weapon of choice down a long hallway, and they beg you to stop. In the second, you turn a hallway, and see them hiding in the room. You can hear them breathing and drag them out from their hiding spot. In the third you raise your weapon against the victim.
As you wake up you realize it was all a dream, and you are sweating intently. Your hands however, are covered in blood. (If a player is RPING the victim, when they wake up they take -10 damage, and are bleeding at [random location ], otherwise make up a bloodied, unconscious victim)
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter.
Characters involved: Tyler Burgess
Extra effect: N/A
Infection: 40/100
Step 1: [1] [2] [3]
Step 2: [1] [2]
He was asleep. That much he had known. He was wondering around the hospital over and over and it felt like he couldn't change his path. He had walked the same hallways again and again, jumped over the same knocked over push cart, side-stepped the same toppled over supply cart, passed the same cracked out windows. Yet, no matter how many turns or passages he passed, it was the same list. It was endless .... much like the fog where he was running toward its exit but never seemed to get any closer. That was until things got a bit hazy. Tyler spared it a brief thought before continuing on. Then it was a shadow in a distance; shoulders, arms, and a head. Another person! In his dream, it was likely Sarah! With a wide grin, he made a mad dash toward the other person. No matter what, no sounds seem to come from his mouth when he tried to talk. Still, at least there was another person. But as he approached, the other person ran further and faster away from him.
"NO! PLEASE DON'T! LEAVE ME ALONE!" A voice. It was a male's voice this time... so it was not Sarah. Furthermore, why was he... perhaps he was afraid that he was going to hurt him. Was he from the Casino? Well, if he saw another person running at him, he'd think it was an infected or another person trying to get him back to the casino. He was smart at least. He could survive all this if he was smart and kept that sort of sensibility. That was... until he looked down to see that he held a knife in his hands. Was it his hands? Was he chasing this person? Was he carrying a knife for a reason?
Where did the knife come from?...
Turning the corner, he saw last visage of the male disappeared into the room. Still, his body moved him forward. He couldn't say anything... but he could hear the ragged breaths from the other person He stood in the door way and eyed the boy - now that he could see how young he was - huddled in the corner of the room. How someone like this survived this long is beyond him... but he was sleeping. He was sleeping. He didn't have control of his body. He was sleeping and he was not the one who was dragging the boy by the back of his head out of the room. He was not the one who watching the boy kick and scream as he dragged him out against the wall. He wasn't holding the knife. He wasn't raising the knife. He wasn't-
Tyler jerked upright in a sweat, breathing heavy. Quickly, he gathered his bearings. As soon as he put his hands down he felt the slick, wetness. It was too dark to see what it was. He got up and moved from the room to the window where the little light that was could shine through to reveal the unmistakable red on his hands. Looking of his shoulder, he could see the faint outline of shoes within the room.
