It was dark inside the hospital because of course it ******** was, and for a second Cerise almost longed for the artificial overbrightness of the casino. Sure, she could have easily died there, but at least she would have seen it coming.
She walked into one of the hospital rooms, unable to see much inside, and was only made aware that she was passing out when she was actually falling to the ground.
The first thing Cerise became aware of when she woke up was the rush of white noise, a susurrus of other peoples' whispers and shuffling steps. She opened her eyes and immediately closed them again as the walls wavered in and out of solidity, bending and swaying and immediately making her dizzy. Blindly, she pulled herself up by a grip along the wall, leaning against it and panting from the exertion once she was finally upright.
Only then did she try opening her eyes again, this time weaving with the things in front of her face. She couldn't imagine how she looked--literally, as her thoughts slipped from lucidity like eels--but she was standing and that was good enough.
She turned back towards the hall and felt like a toddler in an adult's body, all lack of coordination and balance. She saw things--so many things, coming at her from all directions but hovering just outside her field of vision. She saw people up and down the hall, their feature twisted into something monstrous. Some of them were wide-eyed and crying tears of blood. Others were whispering to themselves and tearing their hair out. No one looked human anymore, and it struck her with blunt force: everyone she was looking at was infected. They had failed somehow and now they would all die here. Their vigilance in keeping the university safe and secure had all been for nothing. They had become the monsters they had been warned about.
For one brief moment her fluid thoughts latched onto the first time she had encountered the infected, how they had jumped a kid who fell and tore them apart like a pack of wild dogs, and the sounds they had made and the sounds the victim had made--
The thought that no, no, she didn't want to become that was clear and bright and she used it as a touchstone as she pulled herself together. She wanted to get through this alive. She wanted rebuild her life after this. Hell, she still wanted to graduate--she would rather write a thousand papers than spend a single day as this monster.
Her thoughts slowly became more coherent. Eventually, the walls stopped moving, and other peoples' sounds faded into near nothingness. They started looking more like people again instead of monsters in human shells, and it was then that Cerise realized that they hadn't been infected in the first place.
It was this place, and it was driving them all nuts. Cerise stumbled her way outside. There was no safe area, not here, but if she was going to go crazy, she would do it on her own terms.
OOC: SCENARIO 2
Scenario requirements: Your character steps into one of the hospital rooms accidentally and blacks out. When they wake up, they realize everyone around them is an Infected (terminal virus stage). The hallucinations have gone to their head, making them believe they are all Infected, including themselves. React accordingly. PVP is turned on, but if your character takes more than -10 damage, they snap back to the reality of the situation.
If more than one character, all characters believe the same. Instead of hitting themselves/each other for -10 damage they can also choose to write an "identity crisis" solo or 250 words about what they plan to do knowing they are Infected. After they do so they snap back to awareness and realize that they are still okay for now.
When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter.
Characters involved: Cerise Mitchell
Extra effect: - Mobs from the mod thread NO LONGER spawn in new threads.
- Bosses when repelled successfully decrease your infection rate by -10!
- If your character "recognizes" the original form of the GM boss, it can ICly call out to them. This will let them do double damage for the rest of the battle!
OOC
[ Infection Rate ]: 35/100
Character's name:
Character's faction: University
Character's journal link: here
Character's survival stats: Cerise Mitchell (View
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER African-American; 5'8", brown eyes, brown hair; dresses casually: flats, plain colored leggings, slightly baggy, flowy shirts
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