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May 17th, 2015 00:00 The ruins of New York City Testament looked on around the city from almost seventy stories up, one of the highest places he could be in the ruined metropolis. Behind him, he could hear the ocean, the waves breaking onto the chunks of concrete and steel from the fallen skyscrapers that once upon a time had soared majestically to the heavens above. When the Fall had struck, the city as a whole had dropped in elevation nearly thirty feet, allowing the ocean to fill in the streets and causing the coastline to be much further inland. Before him, random buildings haphazardly jutted from the rubble of downtown. The city's iconic Times Square was nothing now, buried beneath tons of rubble. Testament's crimson eyes shifted to the Sanctuary, a hole in all the fallen remains of the world around it. His pupils were dialated, allowing him to pick out even the most minute details. Here within this sprawling urban expanse, it had not been the Fall that killed the people, but the aftermath. The comets had damaged many, many buildings' superstructures to the point where they could no longer remain standing, and hence collapsed, killing all inside them and those on the streets below. One by one, they had toppled over like a macabre game of dominoes. Out of the billions of people that once populated this place, only hundreds survived. And with no one left to rise from the ashes, the city was abandoned and left to the tides and nature to reclaim. The building on which Testament stood now was not an exception to the collapsing, though it was not alone in standing above the ruins. Indeed, it leaned precariously to the side. Deep below him within the building he could hear the groans of the shifting building. It was probably only a matter of time before this building too collapsed into the rubble all around him. Leaning forward, Testament fell willingly head first from his vantage point and rocketed past floor after floor of the building. Within the glass panes that remained even after all this time, the reflection showed a young boy seemingly plummeting to his death. Looking down to the ground rushing to meet him, he closed his eyes and felt a twinge on his back. Massive black wings sprouted from his back and he spread them wide to catch the wind. He shot away from the building, soaring across the night sky to the Sanctuary. Above him, the sky was dark with ominous clouds. It seemed the Fall had brought about a change in the weather patterns for the city, leaving it perpetually rainy and overcast. Slowly, he descended to the ground below, and then finally landed on what remained exposed of the asphalt of 108th Street. Behind him, a wall of mangled steel and concrete rose up to nearly five stories, hiding and shielding the Sanctuary from the outside. To his right was the entrance into the subway station, and in front of him was the Sanctuary itself. It welcomed him, its greeting silent but nonetheless welcome. Peace was something he knew little of, and it was here he had some semblance of it. Testament walked up through the walkways, heading to the outdoor pool area. Reaching it, he began to strip off his clothing and left it lying on the ground. Once naked, he examined looked over his sleekly chiseled muscles. How deceptive they were, when he could pick up vehicles and toss them like they were nothing. His flawless flesh also hid another of his powers, his seeming invulnerability. Just what exactly his invulnerability extended to though he did not know. He stepped into the water, cool to him but probably considered freezing by most people. He didn't seem to be able to be phased by extreme temperatures these days, and didn't seem to feel a wide variety of them, either. Testament began to bathe himself, allowing the filth of this world to wash from his flawless body. Testament soon finished his bath, and stood again on the cracked pavement. He gathered up his clothes, and walked naked to the Orphanage. The residents here had all died a week before the Fall in a terrible accident on the highway. When the Fall had struck, the Orphanage and Church had been scheduled to shut down indefinitely. Now it was his shield against the world. He opened the doors into the building, its dark halls showing signs of age and neglect. He could see clearly in the dark, it wasn't a problem for him. He made his way to the Library, and threw his clothes onto one of the reading tables before approaching the shelves of books on geography. Many Atlas maps were lined up, and he opened several to marked pages. The central United States was his next destination. He'd heard Ravenloft City Hospital was in need of some extra help, and it would serve his purposes of getting nearer to his next target under a disguise of some sort. His next target was a middle-aged man who had risen with the Ascended to take control of organized crime the world over. While formally known as a ruthless business man, he was even more brutal when doing business. It seemed he had an eye in Ravenloft, and was planning some sort of attack nearby. Testament wouldn't be able to stop the attack, but he would be able to do something about the aftermath, and continue tracking the man. Looking at the maps, he planned the quickest route to Ravenloft, and he would be able to get there in about a day or two, thanks to his powers. After looking through what he needed, he turned and walked to a cot lying in the middle of the room. Pulling up the blanket lying across it, he slipped into quiet slumber. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day.

Unbreakable by Fireflight

Pssst... Excel is a girl. She goofed when signing up and making her account. And speaking of those buses, if they're so high off the ground, how will you get patients into the bus?

ACHIEVEMENT! Knocked out of the Park! Chris pointed with his gun. "There. There's one of them." A man staggered into view, into the Mall's shining lights. He had blood coming from his ears, and he sat crouching down clutching his head. He suddenly began vomiting profusely. "Looks like all the other people might have made it out of here, or to the roof for helocopter flights out of here. But, first, I say we hit the Grand Liquors. It should be in this wing of the building. We could make some molotovs and really light the place up should the zombies come crashing in." "Firebombs?" Dahlia asked. "Setting them on fire? Won't they smell like burnt meat?" She wrinkled her nose at the thought. "Well, there will be plenty, and there is a sporting goods store around here... not to mention with a gun store. But, I say we check the roof first before making any definite plans. After hitting the store, of course. The better armed we are the better." "Do you hear that?" Jason asked, pointing down the corridor. The faint sounds of sobbing could be heard drifting through the air. The doctor nodded. Chris shook himself. "Well then, shall we? I think the crying is coming from just around the corner. If we leave her alone then she should stay passive, right?

I have a question as well. Is it alright if I sign up to guard a particularly special Bus? Maybe one carrying food to a particularly remote location? I think that's how we can at least start getting characters together. Of course, It's a ride to his next target... As for the bus with monster truck tires, That would be AWESOME to ride in.

Name: Angel DeVagos Codename: Testament Age: Unknown, appears to be in his mid 20's Gender: Male Appearance: Angel has two forms, one that appears human and the other that appears to be an angel from the wrong side of the pearly gates. In his human form, he appears to be a youthful male with short, spiked bright red hair and hazel eyes with a rather aristocratic facial structure. He is 5'11" and always wearing a white long sleeved button up dress shirt, black and purple paisley vest, purple bow tie, and sleek black dress pants with a pair of Italian leather boots. In his second form, He increases in height to 6'4" and retains his lithe and sleekly muscular figure. His dress shirt disappears, and he sprouts massive black feathered wings with a pearlescent sheen to them. His eyes as a whole become the color of human blood, and his pupils become elongulated like a feline's in appearance. His hair fades in color to raven black, and cascades down to the back of his ankles. Personality: Every weapon has a limit, and Angel is no exception. Often seen as cold and aloof from his high vantage points, he's far more sensitive than he ever lets on. Generally, he flirts the outskirts of society, never really belonging in any set place, observing and watching the goings on around him, and always listening for details of his next target. He pursues his targets with a ferocious enthusiasm, unwilling to settle for anything less than the total annihilation of those he goes after. Cold and cruelly efficient when on a hunt, he wields blades as if they were his his own hands. This shattered soul has become a murderous machine, highly skilled in the assassinations of those who perverse the good will of the people and those who prey upon the innocent. With only vague recollections what it means to be real, he has a brutal obsession to be the last killer standing in a fight. Power/Augmentation: The Fall blessed him with a body that is nearly indestructible, wooden and metal weapons have been known to break or shatter when swung upon his flesh, and lower caliber bullets simply do not penetrate his skin. Aside from his ability to transform and fly and his steely flesh, he has been gifted with the ability to teleport short distances, and his strength is unparallelled. His senses have also become highly acute, being able to see as if peering through binoculars for some distance, or catching whiffs of perfume long since washed away. Gang: He is not a member of any gang, nor does he have any affiliations to speak of. Weapons: When Angel transforms, within his hand or strapped to his back is a massive sword, almost four feet long and a foot in width. It's material construction remains a mystery to those around him, though a close visual comparison is that of obsidian. With it, he can cut through steel like a hot knife through butter. City: To those who manage to earn his trust, he divulges his home is a place he calls "The Sanctuary," and it is where he and he alone survived the fall. On being further questioned about it, it is an abandoned church and orphanage complex that withstood the Fall, and it is used as his base of operations. Surrounded by the ruins of a once great city, it is a peaceful oasis, and one that's nearly impossible to reach by the ground. The many tall buildings around it have collapsed, blocking entrance into the complex, and the rubble being so high as to completely shield the buildings and grounds from view from the ground. The old subway tunnels of the city run under this hallowed ground, allowing access via the once bustling subterrainan tunnels of yesteryear.

"What do we do about this asshole?" The newcomer asked, still pinning down the insane man. Chris turned his attention from Stacey to the newcomer and the guy he still had pinned. "What asshole?" He asked coldly, and pointed his gun and pulled the trigger. Blood and brain matter spattered on the floor. The others stared at Chris in shock as he slid the magazine from his gun. As he pulled another from his pants pocket, Stacey was the only one who reacted, smiling her approval. "Bad man's head go boom." She said. "Yes, Stacey my dear, bad man's head go boom." He repeated. "He won't be getting innocent people killed -or worse, infected- ever again." He slid the magazine into his pistol and returned his attention to the man with the shotgun, who had stood up by now, his assistance no longer needed. "My car is in the parking deck on the fourth level. You're more than welcome to come with, stranger." Chris smiled, his mood abruptly changing. "There's nothing like classic American steel to plow through hordes of the Infected..." "The name's Jason." "Mine's Chris. The blonde is Dahlia, the brunette is Stacey, and the hunk of burning Latino love is Alejandro. This fire alarm is going to cause a lot of chaos in the hospital. The Parking Deck is easier to get to if we head back outside. Let's get going." The five started running down the hallway, heading back to the Emergency Room. A crowd of people suddenly converged through the doors, running away from the exit. "Oh my..." Dahlia spoke. "This doesn't look good." "Big, mean, and gruesome..." Stacey commented to nothing in particular. Once the people had fled down the hallway, they all could hear the sounds of gunshots from various types of guns and the screams of the agitated Infected. A loud, baritone roar sounded out, and a squad car came tumbling end over end through the doors, coming to rest mere inches from Chris. "****!" he cried, staring in disbelief. "What the hell has the strength to toss a car?" "We're about to find out..." Jason said, and raised his shotgun. They moved around the squad car, and out into the emergency room parking lot. Chris saw that there was an absolutely massive Infected going after the police, punching cars and smacking officers left and right. "****, that thing is huge! Move it! We don't have the firepower to deal with it!" They started running along the side of the building, the Infected coming after them in droves from every direction. The shotgun added to the Survivors' weaponry was a blessing. Stacey, however, moved with a grace that Chris had never seen, in a sort of macabre dance of death. "Stacey! You're falling behind!" Alejandro called, and she came running after them, her ax slicing and dicing the Infected along the way. Chris ran to the parking deck entrance, and took an immediate right into the stairwell heading up to the fourth floor. The Infected, no longer having them to deal with, converged on the Police trying in vain to keep the Infected from entering into the hospital. They headed up, staircase by staircase, exiting into the parking deck's fourth level. Chris breathed a sigh of relief. "The Infected aren't up here. This will make things easier, at least until they hear my engine."

Actually, we have both stationary and wandering witches.

I personally have no problems with that, and as for speaking Spanish, I based Christopher off of myself. I can speak some Spanish, though not enough to hold a casual conversation. EDIT: No, Excel, she's not a witch. She hasn't had any contact with the Infected, so she's fine, just hiding out in her room. though that's not to say that one isn't lurking around... Also, Anakoni, was Stacey able to have her surgery before the Infection hit?

"and I am Alejandro. Gracias, mis amigos." "No problem, dude." Chris winked at him and the surprised expression on the doctor's face. "I can speak a little Spanish. So I'll understand random things you say." He crossed his arms. "Now, about this friend of yours... What floor was she on?" "Numero quatro." "The fourth. Okay, let's go ask security to pull up video camera footage. Knowing if she's been seen recently on camera might help. Let's head over there." The three made their way to a security watchroom, and found they were not the only ones searching for people in the hospital. Many hospital and police were doing the same, and with help from some of their IT guys and computer geeks. Footage all over the hospital was being filtered into four dozen monitors, half of them showing them to be floors infested with the Infected. Many of them simply loitered around, But some violently vomited, and many seemed to somehow be rather good at getting some distance. Many of the curtains to the windows of the doors were drawn, but no light was shining underneathe. Chris tapped the shoulder of a man on a latop looking at the hospital security footage. "Excuse me, Can we see some footage prior to the Infection breaking out? We'd like to see of a patient is in one of the rooms on the fourth floor. Maybe she's okay. Alejandro, what's her name? Maybe there's a security camera near her room we can look at. "Stacey Greenwood. Room 4532" The man smiled. "Sure, we can help you. We're doing that right now, and it's nice to have a name of someone on that floor." The man typed on his keyboard, and a camera view panning down an almost vacant hall appeared. A body was lying near one of the doors, and it wore a nurse's attire. "Is this right? If so, we can bring up the footage right now." "Si." The man looked through some smaller paned windows on his laptop, and brought up a young woman being escorted down the hall by one of the nurses. They were chatting back and forth, but then the nurse started looking around wildly. Then a moment later, though there was no audio, she was plainly visible screaming and pointing at something off camera. She suddenly turned to the young woman and forcefully pushed her into a room and slammed the door shut as a group of the Infected swarmed the woman, savagely beating her with frenzied kicks and punches. The man clicked away from the window. "Yes. it seems she's alright. But... there's no one going to go save her right now... We can't afford to." Chris smiled. "I have a solution for that..."

Chris pulled up to the parking deck of the hospital as a blonde woman in a white overcoat was let inside the emergency room doors. He drove into the deck and parked his car, and found himself in the same predicament. Police were standing around the third floor entrance, guns drawn and pointed at the doors. People were now starting to make their way to the hospital as it was a known evacuation point. "Let's just hope those things don't attack..." he muttered and made his way over to the police. On getting closer, he could see the doors were barricaded from the outside. "Excuse me, why aren't you letting people through these doors? Why are they blocked?" One of the officers sighed. "The Infected have taken the third floor, fourth floor, and fifth floor. We're making sure people aren't going in because of the danger they pose." "Is the rest of the hospital safe?" Chris asked, alarmed. The officer shook his head. "Yes, only these three floors are off limits." Slightly unnerved by the knowledge that the Infected were already inside the hospital, Chris thanked the officer and made his way back down the parking deck and into the hospital. He cautiously peered at the ceiling above him, and shook himself of his fears. His pistols were safely tucked away inside his backpack. He could at least defend himself should there be an outbreak in the hospital. He made his way to the emergency room, and spotted the blonde woman whom he had seen earlier. She was nervously fretting, wringing her hands and looking around. He took an empty seat next to her in the waiting room, and she smiled at him. He held out his hand, and she took his. "I'm Christopher Denbo. And you are?" "Dahlia Severest. I'm a nurse at Central High." "Cocktail waiter for the gambling boat." Chris smiled at her, and she took a breath. "I'm worried we might not get out of here alive." "Well, that's a possibility, but all we can do is fight to survive, right?" Gunshots resounded from outside, and they both stood up, but seeing that nothing came rushing into the waiting room, they assumed they were safe for the moment. "What caused this?" Dahlia asked, and slumped over in her chair and began to cry. Chris put his arm around her. "I don't know. People were saying that green flu is related to rabies. It does the same to humans as rabies does to animals." Dahlia looked up to him with big blue eyes as innocent as a child's. "Why is this happening?" Chris shrugged. "I don't know. I wouldn't mind knowing why, either. But we probably won't ever know. We just need to get evacuated, and then we can try to pick up our lives." A man came into the hospital then, and began screaming obscenities and threatening all of the evacuees with hell, and how they were all sinners and deserved to become infected with the disease. "You will all die! There is no salvation from the lord's wrath! Repent!" He screamed, and Chris felt his hand inching to the backpack at his feet. "Now there's someone who deserves to be shot." Chris growled. People began to stand to take action, but the hospital orderlies were already on it. Two of them threw the man to the floor and pinned him down, and a third administered a shot to the man's bum, sedating him. They carried him away, and Dahlia breathed a sigh of relief. "What a horrible man!" "You ain't kiddin' honey."

Yes. Currently, floors 3- 5 of the 15 altogether are quarantined due to the Infection. They are now completely inaccessible. The rest of the hospital is operating normally. Anakoni: Your little friend is on the fourth floor, and remains there unharmed by the Infected.

"****!" Christopher high tailed it, hearing the screams and roars of all of the Infected inside the ship. The sounds of breaking glass and the thumps and thuds of people landing on the pavement caused Chris to look behind him as he ran past car after car. The Infected were clamoring out of the stricken vessel and leaping onto the concrete embankment, and racing for the car alarm that the man's explosion had set off. They were barreling across the tops of cars and racing down the isles, and Chris wasn't exactly hard to see. Chris spotted his car on the very end of the parking lot, the Infected right on his heels. He pulled his keys out and unlocked his car and clamored inside as the Infected came ever closer. Jamming the key into the ignition, the old girl roared to life, and Chris jammed his foot on the gas pedal just as the first of the Infected approached his car. Pulling out of the parking spot he raced through the parking lot and onto Highway 16. Behind him, he could see the Infected not giving up, even as he raced farther away from them. The rain was still coming down in sheets, making it hard to see, not to mention steer his car. Looking down at his gas gauge, he could see he only had half a tank of gas. "Damn it...And you're not exactly one to be sippin' on the gas like a lady..." Taking a deep breath, he lightened his foot on the gas pedal and started to slow down. The infected were long behind him, though that didn't mean there weren't more somewhere down the road. His car was wonderful old gal, sturdy and well built. yes, but it wasn't a tank. Those things could seriously damage it, not to mention break his windows to get at him if he was stopped long enough. The roads were clear, but not without their hazards. Driving through the hub of downtown East Peoria, he came up to a stoplight, but stopped about fifty feet away from it when he saw that the three cars sitting there weren't moving even though the light changed from red to green. Exhaust still came from their mufflers, but inside there were no people. "Oh my god... these people were attacked in their cars..." Shifting into reverse, he backed his car up to head through the nearby Burger King parking lot when he spotted the Infected stumbling through the rain. They didn't seem to notice him or his engine running, nor was he about to give them the chance. He allowed his car to roll backwards and into the parking lot of Burger King. It was a gentle downward slope, so his car rolling back didn't make any noise other than its engine purring. Once he was far enough into the parking lot, he shifted gears and raced back onto the road, driving past the East Peoria Police Department. Several squad cars were parked there, but a majority of them were gone on patrol. Christopher pulled into the parking lot and raced inside, hoping that someone would know what to do. A woman sitting behind a desk on the other side of some glass looked up at him, her eyebrow raised. "Can I help you?" "Yes! Green flu is here! I need to know where some evacuation points are! We need to warn people!" The woman shook her head. "It is not. We'd have been-" A gunshot from somewhere inside the rather small station caused them both to jump and a man in an officer's uniform came stumbling into the room. He had a huge gash across his forehead. "Julie, it's Mike. He went nuts! He attacked me from out of nowhere!" The woman stood up. "You killed him?" "Yes... It was self-defense, I swear!" The woman looked visibly disturbed, and turned to Christopher. "I'm sorry, but we need to deal with this. Can you come back later?" The officer suddenly started coughing and wheezing, and fell to his knees, violently vomiting. Chris knew what was going on. "Lady! Get the hell out of there! He's sick! He's got the green flu!" Christopher started pounding on the glass furiously, trying to save the woman. "Get out of there before he kills you!" "What are you babbling about?" The woman turned around as the sick man jerked violently around and lunged for her, grasping her throat and savagely started beating her to a bloody pulp. She screamed and tried to fight, but the officer was too strong for her. Chris looked around for anything at all to smash the window, and ripped a fire extinguisher from the wall and threw it through the glass. The fire extinguisher sailed through the air, smacking the officer on the head. He reeled and Chris jumped the short wall into the room. The man snarled, and went after the new threat. Ducking down, Chris dodged left and under a metal desk. He flipped it over, blocking the man from directly reaching him. The officer screamed in rage, and slammed his weight against the desk, pushing it and Chris against the wall. Chris felt the man punch the desk, and it gave some, unable to stand up to the brutal force of the officer hitting it. Pivoting around on his rear, he braced his legs against the underside of the desk and his back against the wall. He pushed with all his might, and the desk was launched, knocking the man away. Chris stood, and winced when he saw the woman wasn't moving, blood pooling around her from a wound in her throat. The officer was beginning to stand, but Chris picked the fire extinguisher up and brought it down as hard as he could, and heard a sickening crack. The officer fell and didn't move. Breathing heavily, Chris noticed the policeman's holster had a glock in it. "Well, he certainly isn't needing it..." Chris helped himself to the weapon, as well as the two ammo clips in the man's belt. He stood then and looked around, thankful there weren't any others in the building. A can of spray paint sat on a desk, probably confiscated from some vandals. Grabbing it, he looked around further and found two more pistols and a box of ammunition for the three pistols. Before leaving, he walked over to the dead woman, and closed her eyes. She deserved that at least. Cautiously, he left the police station, peeking all directions before heading back to his car. Opening his car door, he sighed. The world was going to hell in a hand basket and he only had some pistols. Cocking the magazine of one of them, he held it up. Even in the pouring rain it glistened with the shine of salvation. Looking out through the rain, he could see a horde amassing in the nearby supermarket parking lot. It was time to leave. If he headed down this street and took a left at the second stoplight, he'd be able to make a bee line for the bridge across the river and then to the Peoria P.D. Starting up his car, he spotted something massive stumbling through the supermarket parking lot. Whatever it was, Chris wasn't sticking around to figure out what it was. Heading down the road, Chris passed by several meandering victims of the infection, each of them running after his car once he passed. One of them ran into the road hearing him approach, and Chris slammed into the poor woman with his car. She flew up over his hood, and flopped onto the ground as he drove away. "Stupid Infected *****...You against my car? My car wins." he commented. He turned the corner and pressed down on his accelerator. The bridge across the river was less than a mile away, now. But thick, choking, billowing black smoke was drifting across the road. From what, Chris couldn't tell yet. As he sped down the road, he passed by the Caterpillar main headquarters, and it turned out that the building was on fire. Through the smoke and over the bridge he went, heading into downtown Peoria. Directly in front of him was the bus terminal. A large banner had been pinned to the side of the building, stating it was an evacuation point in case of emergencies. To his right, many cars were stopped at the stoplight, but it was red so he thought nothing of it, other than how many people were completely clueless about the disease that had come to the city and was quickly spreading. He pulled up to the side of the public transportation depot, and could see it had all of its buses lined up and ready to go about on their designated routes. Glancing down at the clock on his aftermarket stereo, he noticed it was half past the hour. The buses should have pulled out fifteen minutes ago. Looking down between the buses, he spotted what he already knew. All of the people here that took the public transportation had contracted Green Flu. Chris took off again as the Infected converged on his car, he speeding away and into the rain again. "Damn it!" Chris swore. "Where is all the normal people?" Ahead of him were several cars, but this time he could see the light was green. More abandoned cars. Reving up his engine, Chris hopped the curb and drove through several bushes and swerved onto the road on the other side of them. More cars sat here as well, their windows broken or their doors open. The people here had run for their lives seeing several of the other cars attacked. Traversing the city was about to get real difficult with the roads randomly blocked with cars. Heading down the wrong way on a one way street, He passed the Peoria Civic Center, once a hopping place for concerts and sporting events. He drove down the road, and passed by the interstate entrance. He swung onto an adjacent road, heading for the hospitals. He could see the familiar cherries and berries of police vehicles, and breathed a sigh of relief. At least he might be safe and evacuated if he was at the hospital. Heading to OSF St. Francis, he smiled, thinking he was safe now until help arrived. How wrong he was.

The Boomer set off the car alarm. No one else is close to me, it was just a reminder of the fact car alarms do exist ^^

Chris clung to the railing of the old vessel, away from the madness inside. Long ago he had stopped hearing the screams of the patrons of the gambling boat, but the ship still hadn't stopped rocking.It pitched on the water, and slammed into the rocky outcropping the ship was docked at. The force of the impact nearly knocked him overboard. The rain was still coming down like crazy. He'd managed to hold onto the ancient railing while the ship tossed around on the choppy waters of the river. The ship jerked violently again, and ground against the rocky outcropping once more. This time, the shriek was more deep, and more menacing. From inside, there were many, many screams and hisses. There was maddening thumps and thuds from inside as the many infected roared in distress. "So... loud sounds bother them..." He commented from outside. Positioning himself against the railing he leaned foreward to look at the remains of the now smashed in gangplank. There wasn't really anything left but a mangled mass of cloth and metal bars now, and none of it looked stable enough to support him. "Damn..." Looking down at the water, he could see it was as clear and bright as a mirror, not to mention just as reflective. He could see them... the tiny cracks and tears in the hull. The ship was going to sink. If it broke free of its mooring it would sink in the middle of the river and more importantly farther away from shore. Christopher could swim, but he wasn't great at it. He'd have no chance if the ship broke free. The ship, as if wanting to contradict Chris, suddenly listed to shore. It was such a sudden dip that Chris nearly lost his footing and fell over the railing altogether. A shriek of metal and the Infected resounding together and filling Chris's head. He peeked at the ground, and saw the ship was leaning over the end of the concrete and he could jump about fifteen feet down and to his car. Fortunately a paranoid habit of always wanting his car keys on his person had finally paid off for something. Unless the roads out of the city were already jammed up with cars he'd be able to use his own to get the hell out of town. He jumped, falling past windows filled with furniture and people. Some were alive, some weren't. But all of them were or had been some of the Infected or their victims. Landing awkwardly, he pitched backwards and fell on his ass. "Damn that hurt!" Standing up he ran away from the casino, and into the parking lot. His footsteps pounded heavily on the asphault. His car was all the way back in the employee area, and that was almost 300 feet away. A sudden groan came to his ears and he froze. It came again, and gurgled a little. Then a burp. Looking around, he saw a rather obese person swaying back and forth on its feet. It was facing away from him, though it was obvious the person wasn't well. Taking short, deliberate steps, he patted away from the man, careful not to startle him. He looked around slowly as the ship grinded once more. It was loud and deafening. The ship turned over onto it's side and promptly all of it's decorative windows blew out from the water coming into the ship and forcing all the air out the other side. The obese man turned around, and Christopher saw the saddest excuse for a zombie ever come waddling toward him. It looked bloated, and blisters the size of grapefruits were all over his skin, as were sections of his guts poking from through his fractured skin. Terrible, vile smelling vomit driped from its mouth, and it hurled a large mess onto the pavement before being able to pursue Christopher. "See ya..." He whispered, and started running in the opposite direction. Looking along the row of cars he was running down, he spotted a car on a jack, with it's trunk open and the four iron lying there next to a wheel. "Better than nothing..." Grabbing the jack, he ran further down the isle, and looked behind him. The obese man looked like he was going crazier. He threw his arms and twitched and rocked back and forth like he was having a seizure. Then, without warning, he exploded. Green goo rained down in splatters. But Christopher got more than just a disturbing nightmare for the future with the explosion of the obese man. [i][b]BEEP BEEP BEEP EET EET EET EET BEEP BEEP HONK HONK HONK BEEP BEEP BEEP[/b][/i] Car alarms. Such wonderful things really. Perfectly wonderful in every way the Infected don't take too kindly to.

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Chris smiled at the old man sitting at the table in the bar and restaurant area of the ship. "One appletini with a dash of salt, right? Here you go." He sat the exorbently priced drink down in front of him, and the man nodded his thanks. Turning, Chris looked around to see that more customers had walked into the bar. "Hi there!" he called. "One of our servers will be right with you." He turned away from them, to see if anyone would grab the new customers. Another one of the servers grabbed a tray and made her way over to them. Chris sighed in relief. He was already rushing around to serve his customers, and his desserts were taking forever to get out to the dining room. A low rumble of thunder sounded across the ship, rattling cups and silverware. "Oh dear..." Chris commented. The ship rocked gently on the waves and wind of the Illinois river, and he could hear the dull roar of pounding rain on the hull. A sudden storm had arisen, though it was nothing new. The ship wasn't acting any differently than during any previous storm, so there wasn't any reason to be concerned about it. "Hey, Chris! Go on break!" The manager yelled out at him from the kitchen. Chris went around his tables, asking them if there was anything he could get for them before he went on break. After he was satisfied, he clocked out and walked out into the casino hall. The large plated glass skylight above him was dark with the ominous storm overhead. He sighed and made his way over to the coat room to grab his own. He'd known that there might be rain today, so he'd brought his own today. But, he hadn't been expecting this kind of weather. The coat checker smiled as he approached. The kid had a crush on Chris, and the kid was cute, so he didn't mind flirting a little. "What's up, dude?" "Bored out of my mind." he responded. "Did you hear about that disease that makes people rabid? I hear it's out of control on the east coast." "Yeah, I did. Thankfully it's just on the east coast." "Yeah, but it's creeping this way." "I'm sure that CEDA or the government will warn us and get us out of here before we're in danger." The coat boy handed Chris his coat, and he smiled at the kid. "Thanks. I'm going out for a smoke. Hopefully I won't drown while I'm out there." "Good luck with keeping the thing lit." "Yeah, right." Chris laughed as he walked away. He walked outside into the heavy rain, and then out to his car. As he pulled his pack of smokes from the center console of his cherry red '87 Firebird, he sighed. Thirty minutes wasn't really long enough to get something to eat, and even with his employee discount on food it was still pricy. He put his cigarette in his mouth and lit up. Taking a deep drag, he leaned back into his seat and cracked his window just enough to let the smoke out. He watched the storm through his windows, though to no avail. The rain was coming down far too hard for him to be able to see anything. Lightning flashed and thunder roared as he sat in his car. It didn't bother him, he was quite content to simply be in his car while the storm raged on. It was an unnaturally warm day, especially for late October going into November. To Chris, it was just a shame he couldn't play in the rain and he had to work instead. Eventually, he finished his smoke and opened his car door to head back inside. Looking over to the Par-A-Dice Hotel, he could see that power was flickering on and off. Thankfully, the ship had its own back up generators so power wouldn't be an issue, at least in the ship. The rain still wasn't letting up as he walked back to the ship and it was making him worry some about flooding around town. The parking lot where his baby was would be okay, but there were a lot of low lying areas around town that didn't have the best drainage systems and were prone to flooding when it rained like it was. Unfortunately, that included the roads leading to his apartment complex on the complete opposite side of town near Grand Prairie Mall. Another thought flashed through his mind about his mother. She'd been gone from this world for three years, but her grave was in Springdale Cemetery, and the last time there had been torrential rain a large part of the backside of the cemetery had slid down the slope that the cemetery was on into the rather large pond at the bottom. Thankfully, his mother hadn't been one of the bodies that had been buried in the ground that had slid away and into the pond. Hopefully, that terrible ordeal wouldn't happen again. He heard the motor of a powerboat heading down the river, but from where he was he couldn't see it. A boat... on the river with the weather like it was? How odd. Shaking his head at the stupidity of the mystery boater, he walked back onto the ship's gangplank and into the ship at large. He handed his soaked coat back to the coat boy and headed back across the casino hall to get back to work. The ship suddenly pitched up, nearly knocking him off his feet. There were many screams and surprised yelps from many of the people in the boat, but the ship settled as quickly as it had bucked. Chris smiled, and chuckled. It really was those little surprises and quirks about working on a boat that made it interesting. A woman that looked rather ill stood up from the floor and quickly made her way past Chris to the exit of the ship, presumably because the sudden rocking of the ship had made her seasick and unnerved. Shrugging, he continued on and clocked back into work. Outside, he could still hear the powerboat's motor. [i]Did they decide to just sit out there or something?[/i] Chris thought to himself as he started busing off various tables in order to clean up the bar. A sudden grinding noise and an ear splitting shriek of metal being shorn away from itself reverberated through the ship as it vibrated from the force if the impact. "What the hell was that?" Chris called out, and then started going around making sure his customers and coworkers were alright. Many people were leaving, not comfortable being on the ship any longer. Going back to work cleaning tables, Chris suddenly heard a deafening scream and people came running back into the ship, panicking wildly and fleeing from something just outside of the ship. "What's going on? What happened?" Chris looked on into the Casino, if only to be knocked down by a woman trying to flee past him. Screams filled the air, and people were running everywhere. "What the hell is going on?" Chris asked from his new vantage point on the floor. A primal roar brought his attention to the gangplank entrance, and he could see several people beating against the reinforced plated glass of the doors. They were bleeding from their eyes, ears, and mouths, and their eyes were a sickly yellow color. He could see that behind them there were several people being ripped apart by more crazies. Chris stared in disbelief with his eyes wide, that is, until the glass began to crack. Behind him, tables were overturned and various drinks and food spilled everywhere, making the floor slippery and giving him difficulty as he tried to stand on his own two feet. The crazies poured into the ship, attacking anyone and anything that moved. Chris managed to stand, and the ship bucked in the storm once more, even more violently than before. The gangplank snapped off of the ship, letting rain and wind inside. People were tossed in every direction, and the boat was filled with the screams of people. Blood spattered everywhere as the insane and frenzied people continued their rampage. Looking around, Chris grabbed a china plate from the floor just as a roar filled with his ears. He raised the plate to smash it against one of the crazies and they fell backwards away from him. He scrambled to get away, and then up a flight of stairs next to the entrance into the bar. Looking around for some means of getting away, he took off down the corridor away from the madness below. Up was the only way to go, and thankfully sleeping with one of the janitors allowed him some knowledge of how to get topside. He was a good gymnast, and he could probably make a jump onto whatever was left of the gangplank to get away. With one glance back over his shoulder, he could see people being brutally beaten and shredded by the rabid humans. With startling clarity, Christopher came to a realization. The virus... It was here. Green Flu had come to Peoria.

This post will be reserved for all of the locations we shall be visiting throughout the course of this campaign. First up is Peoria, Illinois. Peoria is a sprawling city located in the rich farm basin of the United States, with the Illinois River separating Peoria from the neighboring township of East Peoria. There are three major bridges connecting the two urban expansions, one of which being a rail bridge. The Peoria/East Peoria area has Interstate 74 running from east to west through the heart of the city. It's two major hospitals, the Methodist Hospital and OSF St. Francis are located directly across the interstate in the downtown area from one another. There are several elementary schools and grade schools scattered around the city, feeding into the four major high schools, Manual High School, Central Peoria High School, Woodruff High School, and the last of them being the East Peoria Community High School. There are also several Illinois Central College campuses, the main one being in East Peoria just a short drive from the Par-A-Dice Riverboat Casino, a second being in the northern area of town, and a third being located in the central downtown area. Peoria also has several major parks, the largest being Glen Oak Park, hosting a large wooden play area and a zoo, and is located three blocks away from OSF St. Francis Hospital. Lastly, the Peoria area has two major shopping malls, and a third under construction in East Peoria. Northwoods Mall is the most well known, and is also located alongside Interstate 74. On the western outskirts of town is the strip mall Grand Prairie. Of interest is the Riverfront, boasting jazz festivals and many other celebrations including one of the largest fireworks displays of anywhere nearby on the fourth of July. There are also several cemeteries, the largest being Springdale located next door to Glen Oak Park and Swan Lake Memorial Gardens located directly east of Northwoods and separating Northwoods from Grand Prairie. Lastly, there is the Peoria International Airport, located twenty miles outside of the city proper to the northwest. Currently, I-74 is under construction and being repaved, leaving it impassable. The following are known evacuation points: Citylink Metro Mass Transit Terminal: Located in downtown Peoria, just on the other side of the river from East Peoria and Bob Micheal Bridge. Twin Towers Place: A mixed residential building rising up in two towers overlooking the Peoria skyline. Located in downtown Peoria, just a few blocks from the Illinois River and the Citylink Terminal.The lower three floors are a shopping center, and eighty-five floors up is where the helicopters are airlifting people to safety. The floors in between are a mix of personal residences and private businesses. East Peoria Community High School: A prime location for the evacuation of the residents of East Peoria. Due to low testing scores, this high school was recently classified as a trade school. Glen Oak Park: One of the few areas large enough to accomidate the vast number of people in Peoria, and also one of the few outside evacuation points. OSF St. Francis: One of the two major hospitals serving the Peoria area. Northwoods Mall: An easily accessible area. Also located outside of the downtown area proper. Grand Prairie Strip Mall: Located a couple miles east of Northwoods Mall. And there we have it folks. I'll be posting more information here as needed.