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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 mete
Effects: still just the flashlight +1 to mobs and that we don't roll for mobs after the first person
Anya was asleep. She didn’t know when she’d sat down and fallen asleep.. maybe it’d been after she’d run away from the fog to hide in the darkness in side the hospital. Had she sat down to rest? She wasn’t sure. She knew she was asleep and this was a dream…. but she couldn’t wake up.
Like all dreams the situation didn’t make sense. It was too quiet in here, the walls were blurry and it felt like the hallway went on forever…. and now she was running. Chasing someone, her knife out…. the hallway was shadowed but she could see the person. It was a guy slightly taller than her…. and begging her to stop. He looked over his shoulder and Anya felt a stab of guilt through her very core. It was that guy she’d turned her back on… the illusion of a wounded person she couldn’t help .No! Stop chasing! STOP IT! She screamed inside…. but her body moved and continued to chase, continued to ignore his pleas.
He vanished as the corridor turned and Anya continued to chase. A door slammed further down and in the dream Anya found herself forced to kick every door down, looking for him. Bloody hand prints covered the walls, splatters of red gleamed in the darkness along the floor. Sne could hear his breath, ragged and gasping as he tried to recover.
Run! Don’t stop don’t hide, Anya pleaded silently. PLEASE! NO!
Her hands reached out and grabbed his collar and dragged him screaming out from under the desk. She was not that strong.. but in this nightmare he could do nothing more than flail and try to stop her. She was strong and he was weak….
NONONONONONONONONONONO!!!
Anya tried to wake up, tried to control her body but could do nothing.
The knife raised and she struggled and screamed inwardly just like he did.
NONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!
Her hand slashed the knife across his throat and blood sprayed everywhere. His eyes tared straight into her. Why? Was in them.
Anya woke up with a scream.
“NO! I didn’t do it! NOO!” She gasped and sat up, reaching to wipe the sweat from her face…. but she stopped and stared in horror at the blood coating her hands.
“No...” She whispered. “I didn’t kill him… I didn’t…. He didn’t even exist!” Just an illusion.. just a dream.. a nightmare…. She buried her head in her arms and sobbed. It was a just a nightmare.. when would it all end?
But as she stood up and turned to leave she saw a body lying in a room next to where she'd been sitting… a body lying in a pool of blood near a desk.
“No…” She whispered in horror and ran to it. “No….” She rolled the person over, it was a girl.. badly wounded with a slash across the neck. It wasn’t me.. IT WASN’T ME! She thought as she tore apart one of her many hoarded sweaters to bandage her up…
Then she fled and the voices chased her, blaming her for everything.
(+10 infection)
[ Infection Rate ]: 40 /100 Your paranoia begins to build up even more. You begin to get angry as well, and your skin begins to itch sporadically. Sometimes, instead of just voices, you swear you see faces of familiar people in the distance. They always fade away when you stare directly at them.
HP: 45/50
OOC
Character's name: Anya
Character's faction: University
Character's journal link: ola!
Character's survival stats: Mini site
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Quiet and gamer girl
Slightly wavy black hair, blue eyes, light brown skin with a scattering of freckles. Average height, average looks. Has some meat on her bones. Usually wears jeans, a black t-shirt and bright blue convers. Has simple blackrimmed glasses with an N7 symbol on the right side.
