The moment Oscar arrived at the hospital, he ran in, slamming the door behind him out of pure fear. Oscar swallowed, rubbing his eyes from any bit of stray sweat (or tears) that had managed to escape from his face. "Ugh. ********, ******** ******** ********!" He cursed to himself, sliding hands through his hair and tightening his fists, squeezing his eyes shut. The last words that echoed in his ears were "Everyone is infected," Something of which had instantly made him burst out in a cold sweat. Thankfully he was in this hospital, though...

      ...

      ...Where even was he? Oscar clenched his jaw, tensing as he looked around the room and felt his body ache from stress. His bones felt like wood, creaking as he stood up and looked at the room. What wing was this...? He glanced around searching for some sort of a map-- only to see there was literally no sound, no light, just an old hospital with too many rooms. As he shuffled deeper into the place, a slight eerie feeling built up in the pit of his stomach. This was just a harmless hospital, he thought to himself, mind managing to make up a new trick for itself-- It wasn't eerie, it was just outside. The hospital protected them. Right? Yeah. He... hoped. Walking deeper into the area, the young adult rubbed his shoulder.

      A grating sound ripped his ears.

      It was more like a dragging, scraping sound, making his hair stand on end-- Oscar turned around to see what was up, only to find nothing there. Oscar clenched his teeth, feeling his hands clench and continuing to walk normally. The grating sound was getting unbearable and when Oscar turned around for the second time, he saw-- Was that... A person? Oscar stayed still for a moment as he watched them come nearer before swallowing deeply. A shadowed figure with a long rusted weapon, dragged upon the floor. He almost froze, but paled upon realizing that was a weapon. An actual ******** weapon. Man, he sure was thankful his viewers couldn't see him now. A mangled sort of curse flew out of his mouth and he forced his feet to start working, strained body feeling the weight of the world fall on his shoulders the moment he broke into a run. No, no, this wasn't where he said goodbye! Oscar wasn't ready to die, yet, he wasn't ready...!

      In a feeble attempt to hold them off, Oscar threw one of his Kinder Surprises at the other, hoping that "surprise" meant "bomb." It obviously didn't, bouncing off the head of the other almost comically. <********> He growled, then dug his hand into his bag, picking something a little more... Sharper. "Eat this, <********> He exclaimed, throwing a knife he'd found at the figure, silently thankful he had two knives instead of just one. He stumbled over his feet but managed, pushing ahead, away from the grating. He pumped his fists up in the air, grinning wildly. ******** yeah-- He escaped! ******** that jumpscare.

OOC: SCENARIO 1

Scenario requirements: Your character is lost inside the hospital. As the walls become narrower and narrower, they hear a strange scraping noise. They turn around, and see only darkness. As they turn around again, a shadowed figure begins to approach them steadily, a long rusted weapon dragging behind them. It is huge, spanning nearly ten feet. You can feel it breathing behind you, approaching closer.

Your character must RUN AWAY from this thing. Every time you make a post you take -10 damage as it chases you.

To run away, your character MUST take -20 damage OR, drop two items from their minis inventory to slow it down. Announce which items they are. Remove them from your inventory. If multiple characters in your party, all characters need to either drop 2 items or take the -20 damage.

When the event is over, add +10 infection to your character's infection meter. Add only +5 infection if your character suffered NO DAMAGE.
Characters involved: Oscar Owens
Extra effect: Flashlight + Roll mobs (doesn't apply)

OOC
Character's name: Oscar Owens
Character's faction: Apartments
Character's journal link: JOURNAL
Character's survival stats: STATS
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Standing at a tall 6'0ft, Oscar is olive skinned with golden-brown hair and grey eyes. He's physically large and looks like he has some muscle.
[ Infection Rate ]: 25 + 5= 30/100