OOC: SCENARIO 4

Scenario requirements: A phone begins to ring as you wander the inside of the hospital. At first you do not want to pick it up, but the noise persists. You wander multiple rooms, and there are multiple phones. Each one you pick is a voice from a person you recognize, begging you for help. Whenever you ask where they are, they hang up. The ringing continues, over and over. If you are RPing this with multiple people, all of you hear the ringing, coming from various phones. It is up to you when your character comes to the realization that the ringing is all in their heads, (or if they need other chars to help them realize so!)

When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter.
Characters involved: Durza Morann
Extra effect: HERE


Durza had entered the building. After having passed out from the thorns, he thought it better to step into the hospital for a rest. As he sat down to have a brief nap, a phone began to ring. The ringing caught hold of his attention and he pulled himself to his feet, following the ringing through the building. Durza stepped into a quiet room and went to the phone there. As he picked it up, he could hear the Zelda calling out for help. Yet, wasn't Zelda infected? He would help his leaders regardless, so long as he knew where they were. But when he asked... she hung up on him. That was odd -no- what was odd was the fact that the phone had been ringing at all, the hospital had no power.

Durza dropped the phone without hanging it up as it began to ring again. This was growing worrisome. Durza tried to answer the phone a second time, but the result simply repeated. He continued his attempts time and time again. He checked every phone that was nearby, hunting for phones with a wildly growing mania.

Every dusty phone he tried, with their crackling and soft audio, had someone on the other end that begged Durza to come to them and give them his aid. They never let him know where they were. He was terrifyingly frustrated. He had to find out why the phones kept ringing, slipping on a pool of blood as he ran down a hall to yet another calling phone. He fell onto the tile and groaned, trying his best to get up. The blood was getting his hands sticky and slippery. He couldn't get a good grip to help himself up, and there was no one around to ask for aid. Durza lay on the floor for a moment or two, looking down at his ragged clothing, the thorns had frayed his vest's hem a little further. He would have to replace them before they became useless to him. Perhaps looting the hospital might give some rewards he'd find surprising. There was always the thought of gathering something rewarding to fuel someone's fire.

The copper taste of blood hit his mouth, he had bit his own tongue from his fall. Durza rubbed the slick, cold blood of his hands off on his pants. He was likely not one of the grimiest members of his faction, but would be rather happy if he could find a laundromat so he could get his clothes clean, they were starting to smell rather foul. After fifteen times of answering the phones, Durza stared in surprise as he discovered that the ringing was his ears and not a phone!

[ Infection Rate ]: 30 /100
[ Map ]: 0/5
HP: 50/50

Weapon: Knife 2d4-2
OOC
Character's name: Durza Morann
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: gaia_kittenstar
Character's survival stats: gaia_kittenstar
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: gaia_kittenstar