Whisker
Damnation Dignified
[SIZE=10pt]Name: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Nicolas D’Angelo[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Appearance: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]* Mostly around the face with some of the equipment to match. The knife could fit, but he uses a Glock 19 instead of a rifle. And it’s low on ammunition.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Age: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]23[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Gender: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Male[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Strengths: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Weaknesses: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Personality: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Before the zombie apocalypse began, Nick was best described a genial but directionless guy. He had many talents but lacked either the will or motivation to make use of them. He was far from being the absent-minded professor personality, but could just never find the one place that he truly belonged. He did his best to take each day is it came, but never forgot about the future, the drive to find his niche where he could truly be at peace. Despite these troubles, he was a loyal friend who was quick with smiles or often causing smiles in return. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]After the zombie apocalypse, Nick didn’t find much reason to smile anymore. The world he thought he knew no longer made any sense to him. Neighbors whom had waved at him from the front porch as he went off to work were now flesh-eating creatures of the night who neither recognized nor gave thought save to anything but their own savage hunger. His friends are either gone or dead for all that he knows, and he is very much alone in the world. That has altered his personality some to a darker desperation. His dream to find his place still tirelessly lives on, but there is a drive now that has never been there before, some longing to find the humanity that seems to have been lost as a result of this never ending nightmare. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]History: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Nick was born and raised in Lafayette, Indiana, a city approximately a stone’s throw away from the larger center of Indianapolis. He was an only child, but never wanted for company in that his uncle’s family with three children of their own lived nearby. [/SIZE]Much of his early years were spent over at their house in which they and their many rowdy friends would go hunting, fishing, and boating with their parents’ permission.
[SIZE=10pt]Though he was popular and well-liked amongst his peers, Nick never showed much interest in his school studies. He gained the ire of his teachers, for he was smart enough to do well, but lazy and far more interested in being the class clown and messing with girls to do well. This trend persisted up into high school where it was far too late to backtrack. Though he wanted to attend university, his scores and track history weren't exactly enough to get him where he wanted to go. And so, without much options left to him, he enlisted in the Army and was shipped off soon after his 18th birthday. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]The Army was very much the kick in the ass he needed to get started in life. They taught him how to be independent, how to respect himself, how to utilize all he had and generate it to a purpose. Only problem was that he was chronically at odds with his superiors for his mental attitude wasn't up to scratch ... and that he hated his MOS. Given the surplus of infantry men, he was shunted into being an MP a.k.a a boring dead end job. He never saw combat or deployed outside of a 2-month stint in his service and got out as soon as his four years were up.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Though he matured a lot in the service, his first six months out threatened to undo all of that hard[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]work. He was 22, he had money, but he had very little direction and support. He might've lost it all, but family came to the rescue in the form of Stanley, one of the cousins he had left behind. In living with them and falling back to a routine, Nick was finally started to make the right decisions again. He had gotten a steady job he liked, a girl friend, a place to rest his head, and he was even using the GI Bill to go back to school. Yep, things were looking up for ol' Nick until the outbreak occurred and turned his life once more down the drain. Only time will tell if the strides he has made will help him in the end.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Writing Sample: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rain beat steadily upon the roof of the trailer, the sound a hushed murmur in comparison to the snoring of his noisy seven-year old cousin Connor, who slept on the blow-up mattress just beneath his feet. Thunder occasionally boomed in the distance, but for the most part it was only the rain that came down. The blessed rain that was sorely needed after a long, hot summer that was just a screen door away from being outright hell sometimes.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Taking a moment to look up from his muted television program, the lanky 23-year-old glanced towards the only window available in the small box trailer, a square roughly about the size of a compact fridge next to the door outside. There wasn’t really anything you could see outside that window save for a good view of old Miss Wyman’s hydrangea bushes, but he looked never the less to see the droplets silhouetted against the burning lamp that hung just beneath their door.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]He wasn’t sure what he expected to see, but it was what he wasn’t seeing that made him wary.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]That’s weird. Stan’s late. Stan is never late.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Stanley D’Angelo was his cousin. His real cousin. Connor was his son by an old ex-girlfriend. When Nick had hit a hard turn after coming out of the army, Stan had offered him a place to stay in return for watching Connor until he got home from his nightshifts at the local UPS. Nick had taken the deal in a heartbeat, and things had worked out well since then. He worked during the day while Stan stayed in, picked up Connor when he got off, fooled around with his buddies and girlfriend till around six or so, then came home and watched the kid until Stan came home around two.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]It was a routine. Their routine. They never broke it for anything. And yet that night there was no sign of his cousin anywhere. But still, there was no cause for concern. There was any number of reasons why Stan could be late. No sense getting the heart rate up over any of them.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Sighing, Nick turned his dark eyes back to the program. It was an old Colts championship from forever ago. He watched the Quarterback hike the ball, his eyes starting to get a bit heavy. Then the next thing he knew, he was falling … falling … falling …[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]. . . [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“Nick! Yo, Nicky! Wake your ass up, man!”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Huh, what?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Nick sat bolt right out of instinct, his eyes blinking groggily. Somehow during the time he had been asleep, the storm had moved closer. The thunder that had been so far away when the rain started falling now sounded like it was right overhead. And with the storm’s approach, the power had gone out, leaving the area bathed in a darkness deeper than that of the shadows of hell. Yet in spite of this, he could still recognize the outline of his portly cousin peering down at him above.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“S-Stan? When did you get in?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“Just now.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Nick frowned. He wasn’t sure what time it was, but it definitely wasn’t even close to 2 AM. But before he could ask, his cousin was on the move, his large frame leaning down to scoop up his son into his arms. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“Listen, Nick. Somethings going down. The whole town’s in a goddamned uproar. National Guard in the streets. It took forever to get out here. You can’t get a damn thing on any of the stations either.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]There was a clap of thunder loud enough to rattle the frame on the window. Somewhere nearby a dog started to bark. It was a ferocious din, ceaseless and disturbed. Though he had long ago stopped believing in ghost stories and the like, the sound made a chill run up his spine.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“Are you serious? It’s been nothing but quiet out here.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Nick hesitated, his mind trying to come up with some practical explanation.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“It’s probably just the storm, man. It isn’t unusual for a downpour like this to cause some flooding.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]His cousin’s shadow nodded, but he didn’t seem to be paying attention. He was instead placing Connor on the kitchen table and pulling a shirt over his head. The sleeping boy was leaning against him, unaware and uncaring of the situation. A little bit disconcerted, Nick reached for the only thing he was for sure that had power: his cellphone. He flicked it on, waited for a response, but nearly dropped it as a sound came blaring out of it at once.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]INC015-157-242115-[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]/O.NEW.KIND.TO.W.0027.160824T2044Z-160824T2115Z/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]BULLETIN - EAS ACTIVATION REQUESTED[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]CIVIL EMERGENCY WARNING[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]INDIANA EMERGENCY MANAGEMENT INDIANAPOLIS IN[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]131 AM EDT THURS JULY 23 2020[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS TRANSMITTED AT THE REQUEST OF THE INDIANA EMERGENCY MANAGEMENT AGENCY INDIANAPOLIS INDIANA[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]INDIANA EMERGENCY MANAGEMENT HAS ISSUED A CIVIL EMERGENCY MESSAGE FOR THE FOLLOWING COUNTIES . . .[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]WEST CENTRAL CARROLL COUNTY IN NORTH CENTRAL INDIANA ... [/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]CENTRAL TIPPECANOE COUNTY IN WEST CENTRAL INDIANA ...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]NORTHERN MARION COUNTY IN NORTH CENTRAL INDIANA ...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]CENTRAL MARION COUNTY IN NORTH CENTRAL INDIANA ...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]AT 131 AM EST CIVIL AUTHORITIES REPORTED THAT AN UNKNOWN VIRUS IS CURRENTLY SPREADING THROUGH DOWNTOWN INDIANAPOLIS. THE VIRUS IS BELIEVED TO HAVE ORIGINATED FROM INDIANA UNIVERSITY - PURDUE UNIVERSITY INDIANAPOLIS MEDICAL RESEARCH FACILITY. NOT MUCH IS KNOWN ABOUT THIS VIRUS. HOWEVER, SOME OFFICIALS REPORT SYMPTOMS OF THIS VIRUS INCLUDE NAUSEA, VOMITING, AND UNCONSCIOUSNESS. AUTHORITIES ARE ALSO REPORTING THAT THOSE INFECTED WITH THE VIRUS ARE ALSO EXHIBITING EXTREMELY VIOLENT BEHAVIORS.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]PRECAUTIONARY/PREPAREDNESS ACTIONS ...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]AUTHORITIES STRONGLY ENCOURAGE ALL CITIZENS TO REMAIN IN THEIR HOMES UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE DUE TO THE CONTAGIOUS NATURE OF THIS VIRUS. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]LOCK YOUR DOORS AND WINDOWS, REFRAIN FROM CONTACT WITH INFECTED INDIVIDUALS.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]CALL 9 1 1 FOR LIFE THREATENING EMERGENCIES ONLY.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Nick nearly passed out by the end of it. Somewhere after the first loud beep, he’d forgotten to breath. Over by the coffee table, Stanley had risen slowly, his face as grim as a Baptist in a whorehouse. They were both silent for the longest time, but it was the latter who spoke up.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“Get your stuff, Nick. We’re leaving.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]But the warning … [/SIZE]“
[SIZE=10pt]His words were cut off by a new racket on the outside. The barking dog, who had only grown more vociferous during the announcement, had suddenly began to growl and snap, the fierce barking becoming a dread howl that suddenly fell silent amongst the falling rain. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Needless to say, the very much freaked out duo needed no further convincing.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt][I’m going to conclude it there out of fear of writing more of a novel than I already have. I’ll leave the fate of my small party in the first post of the rp to avoid spoilers and such. Also the date in my made up EAS Alert is completely made up to look more realistic. It can be changed.][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Would you like to start as one of the first five of the safe haven?: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]No … but Nick can be with whoever. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Appearance: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]* Mostly around the face with some of the equipment to match. The knife could fit, but he uses a Glock 19 instead of a rifle. And it’s low on ammunition.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Age: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]23[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Gender: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Male[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Strengths: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Survival Skills: Due to growing up in a rural environment on top of his training, Nick has a fairly decent knowledge of edible plants and animals as well as how to prepare them for cooking. Granted, he’s kind of out of practice with the skill as he has grown used to a different environment, but he still remembers enough to get started.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Physical: He’s been out of the army for a while, but he still keeps himself reasonably fit. He won’t be bench pressing like a strong man, but he’s still in decent physical condition as far as upper body strength and endurance go.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Crafter: Nick works in a hardware store. He has a knowledge of tools and how to use them.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Physical: He’s been out of the army for a while, but he still keeps himself reasonably fit. He won’t be bench pressing like a strong man, but he’s still in decent physical condition as far as upper body strength and endurance go.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Crafter: Nick works in a hardware store. He has a knowledge of tools and how to use them.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Weaknesses: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Practical: Nick doesn’t believe in things unless he actually sees them. It can make him slow to react and adapt in a world that is already violently spinning out of control.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Good Samaritan: Nick is easily rattled by the death of survivors, even bandits. He will likely want to rush to the aid of living humans in trouble … unless they’re obviously waving guns around or acting hostile. He’s not that stupid. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Prone to Pacifism: Going along with the above, Nick would much rather talk than go to guns. He is very much leery about shooting any sane survivor even for his own sake after his experiences. It is hard to say whether this behavior is motivated by guilt or selflessness.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Good Samaritan: Nick is easily rattled by the death of survivors, even bandits. He will likely want to rush to the aid of living humans in trouble … unless they’re obviously waving guns around or acting hostile. He’s not that stupid. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]· [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Prone to Pacifism: Going along with the above, Nick would much rather talk than go to guns. He is very much leery about shooting any sane survivor even for his own sake after his experiences. It is hard to say whether this behavior is motivated by guilt or selflessness.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Personality: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Before the zombie apocalypse began, Nick was best described a genial but directionless guy. He had many talents but lacked either the will or motivation to make use of them. He was far from being the absent-minded professor personality, but could just never find the one place that he truly belonged. He did his best to take each day is it came, but never forgot about the future, the drive to find his niche where he could truly be at peace. Despite these troubles, he was a loyal friend who was quick with smiles or often causing smiles in return. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]After the zombie apocalypse, Nick didn’t find much reason to smile anymore. The world he thought he knew no longer made any sense to him. Neighbors whom had waved at him from the front porch as he went off to work were now flesh-eating creatures of the night who neither recognized nor gave thought save to anything but their own savage hunger. His friends are either gone or dead for all that he knows, and he is very much alone in the world. That has altered his personality some to a darker desperation. His dream to find his place still tirelessly lives on, but there is a drive now that has never been there before, some longing to find the humanity that seems to have been lost as a result of this never ending nightmare. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]History: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Nick was born and raised in Lafayette, Indiana, a city approximately a stone’s throw away from the larger center of Indianapolis. He was an only child, but never wanted for company in that his uncle’s family with three children of their own lived nearby. [/SIZE]Much of his early years were spent over at their house in which they and their many rowdy friends would go hunting, fishing, and boating with their parents’ permission.
[SIZE=10pt]Though he was popular and well-liked amongst his peers, Nick never showed much interest in his school studies. He gained the ire of his teachers, for he was smart enough to do well, but lazy and far more interested in being the class clown and messing with girls to do well. This trend persisted up into high school where it was far too late to backtrack. Though he wanted to attend university, his scores and track history weren't exactly enough to get him where he wanted to go. And so, without much options left to him, he enlisted in the Army and was shipped off soon after his 18th birthday. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]The Army was very much the kick in the ass he needed to get started in life. They taught him how to be independent, how to respect himself, how to utilize all he had and generate it to a purpose. Only problem was that he was chronically at odds with his superiors for his mental attitude wasn't up to scratch ... and that he hated his MOS. Given the surplus of infantry men, he was shunted into being an MP a.k.a a boring dead end job. He never saw combat or deployed outside of a 2-month stint in his service and got out as soon as his four years were up.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Though he matured a lot in the service, his first six months out threatened to undo all of that hard[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]work. He was 22, he had money, but he had very little direction and support. He might've lost it all, but family came to the rescue in the form of Stanley, one of the cousins he had left behind. In living with them and falling back to a routine, Nick was finally started to make the right decisions again. He had gotten a steady job he liked, a girl friend, a place to rest his head, and he was even using the GI Bill to go back to school. Yep, things were looking up for ol' Nick until the outbreak occurred and turned his life once more down the drain. Only time will tell if the strides he has made will help him in the end.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Writing Sample: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Rain beat steadily upon the roof of the trailer, the sound a hushed murmur in comparison to the snoring of his noisy seven-year old cousin Connor, who slept on the blow-up mattress just beneath his feet. Thunder occasionally boomed in the distance, but for the most part it was only the rain that came down. The blessed rain that was sorely needed after a long, hot summer that was just a screen door away from being outright hell sometimes.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Taking a moment to look up from his muted television program, the lanky 23-year-old glanced towards the only window available in the small box trailer, a square roughly about the size of a compact fridge next to the door outside. There wasn’t really anything you could see outside that window save for a good view of old Miss Wyman’s hydrangea bushes, but he looked never the less to see the droplets silhouetted against the burning lamp that hung just beneath their door.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]He wasn’t sure what he expected to see, but it was what he wasn’t seeing that made him wary.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]That’s weird. Stan’s late. Stan is never late.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Stanley D’Angelo was his cousin. His real cousin. Connor was his son by an old ex-girlfriend. When Nick had hit a hard turn after coming out of the army, Stan had offered him a place to stay in return for watching Connor until he got home from his nightshifts at the local UPS. Nick had taken the deal in a heartbeat, and things had worked out well since then. He worked during the day while Stan stayed in, picked up Connor when he got off, fooled around with his buddies and girlfriend till around six or so, then came home and watched the kid until Stan came home around two.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]It was a routine. Their routine. They never broke it for anything. And yet that night there was no sign of his cousin anywhere. But still, there was no cause for concern. There was any number of reasons why Stan could be late. No sense getting the heart rate up over any of them.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Sighing, Nick turned his dark eyes back to the program. It was an old Colts championship from forever ago. He watched the Quarterback hike the ball, his eyes starting to get a bit heavy. Then the next thing he knew, he was falling … falling … falling …[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]. . . [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“Nick! Yo, Nicky! Wake your ass up, man!”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Huh, what?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Nick sat bolt right out of instinct, his eyes blinking groggily. Somehow during the time he had been asleep, the storm had moved closer. The thunder that had been so far away when the rain started falling now sounded like it was right overhead. And with the storm’s approach, the power had gone out, leaving the area bathed in a darkness deeper than that of the shadows of hell. Yet in spite of this, he could still recognize the outline of his portly cousin peering down at him above.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“S-Stan? When did you get in?”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“Just now.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Nick frowned. He wasn’t sure what time it was, but it definitely wasn’t even close to 2 AM. But before he could ask, his cousin was on the move, his large frame leaning down to scoop up his son into his arms. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“Listen, Nick. Somethings going down. The whole town’s in a goddamned uproar. National Guard in the streets. It took forever to get out here. You can’t get a damn thing on any of the stations either.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]There was a clap of thunder loud enough to rattle the frame on the window. Somewhere nearby a dog started to bark. It was a ferocious din, ceaseless and disturbed. Though he had long ago stopped believing in ghost stories and the like, the sound made a chill run up his spine.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“Are you serious? It’s been nothing but quiet out here.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Nick hesitated, his mind trying to come up with some practical explanation.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“It’s probably just the storm, man. It isn’t unusual for a downpour like this to cause some flooding.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]His cousin’s shadow nodded, but he didn’t seem to be paying attention. He was instead placing Connor on the kitchen table and pulling a shirt over his head. The sleeping boy was leaning against him, unaware and uncaring of the situation. A little bit disconcerted, Nick reached for the only thing he was for sure that had power: his cellphone. He flicked it on, waited for a response, but nearly dropped it as a sound came blaring out of it at once.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]INC015-157-242115-[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]/O.NEW.KIND.TO.W.0027.160824T2044Z-160824T2115Z/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]BULLETIN - EAS ACTIVATION REQUESTED[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]CIVIL EMERGENCY WARNING[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]INDIANA EMERGENCY MANAGEMENT INDIANAPOLIS IN[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]131 AM EDT THURS JULY 23 2020[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE IS TRANSMITTED AT THE REQUEST OF THE INDIANA EMERGENCY MANAGEMENT AGENCY INDIANAPOLIS INDIANA[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]INDIANA EMERGENCY MANAGEMENT HAS ISSUED A CIVIL EMERGENCY MESSAGE FOR THE FOLLOWING COUNTIES . . .[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]WEST CENTRAL CARROLL COUNTY IN NORTH CENTRAL INDIANA ... [/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]CENTRAL TIPPECANOE COUNTY IN WEST CENTRAL INDIANA ...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]NORTHERN MARION COUNTY IN NORTH CENTRAL INDIANA ...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]CENTRAL MARION COUNTY IN NORTH CENTRAL INDIANA ...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]AT 131 AM EST CIVIL AUTHORITIES REPORTED THAT AN UNKNOWN VIRUS IS CURRENTLY SPREADING THROUGH DOWNTOWN INDIANAPOLIS. THE VIRUS IS BELIEVED TO HAVE ORIGINATED FROM INDIANA UNIVERSITY - PURDUE UNIVERSITY INDIANAPOLIS MEDICAL RESEARCH FACILITY. NOT MUCH IS KNOWN ABOUT THIS VIRUS. HOWEVER, SOME OFFICIALS REPORT SYMPTOMS OF THIS VIRUS INCLUDE NAUSEA, VOMITING, AND UNCONSCIOUSNESS. AUTHORITIES ARE ALSO REPORTING THAT THOSE INFECTED WITH THE VIRUS ARE ALSO EXHIBITING EXTREMELY VIOLENT BEHAVIORS.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]PRECAUTIONARY/PREPAREDNESS ACTIONS ...[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]AUTHORITIES STRONGLY ENCOURAGE ALL CITIZENS TO REMAIN IN THEIR HOMES UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE DUE TO THE CONTAGIOUS NATURE OF THIS VIRUS. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]LOCK YOUR DOORS AND WINDOWS, REFRAIN FROM CONTACT WITH INFECTED INDIVIDUALS.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=8pt]CALL 9 1 1 FOR LIFE THREATENING EMERGENCIES ONLY.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Nick nearly passed out by the end of it. Somewhere after the first loud beep, he’d forgotten to breath. Over by the coffee table, Stanley had risen slowly, his face as grim as a Baptist in a whorehouse. They were both silent for the longest time, but it was the latter who spoke up.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“Get your stuff, Nick. We’re leaving.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]But the warning … [/SIZE]“
[SIZE=10pt]His words were cut off by a new racket on the outside. The barking dog, who had only grown more vociferous during the announcement, had suddenly began to growl and snap, the fierce barking becoming a dread howl that suddenly fell silent amongst the falling rain. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Needless to say, the very much freaked out duo needed no further convincing.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt][I’m going to conclude it there out of fear of writing more of a novel than I already have. I’ll leave the fate of my small party in the first post of the rp to avoid spoilers and such. Also the date in my made up EAS Alert is completely made up to look more realistic. It can be changed.][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Would you like to start as one of the first five of the safe haven?: [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]No … but Nick can be with whoever. [/SIZE]
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