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| Ozmodious | Nov 2 2008, 10:32 PM |
Ignorance Is Bliss.
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I think the use of a thread for ooc gossip and roleplaying is tacky. I'm copy/pasting needle's intro and starting fresh. If you have anything to say OOC, do it in quotes at the bottom of your posts. Thanks! ------------ The surf begins to hit the shore with increasing intensity as the sun falls behind the horizon. Once, people would still be here on the beach, by now probably packing their stuff up and washing off in the public showers. This was before everything got fucked up. Before everyone either left or died. This beach is empty now, except for me. No snotty-nosed kids running around, no surfers with bleached hair, no fat people trying to get a tan. Far off down the shore I could see the umbrella and lounge chair with the dead guy sitting in it. When I found him there was a gun on the loose sand beside him and there was blood all over the fucking place. Shit like this makes people crazy. The people that aren't crazy already, that is. You know. The cannibalistic maniacs running around foaming at the mouth and making guttural noises. Those things. They aren't even people to me anymore, just things. Animals. It makes it easier, I think. To kill them. If you're imaging that you're only shooting a bird or a rat instead of your neighbor, everything is simplified. I think a virus did this. Something easily transmittable. No one knew when it first came around, but by the first week people were dropping like flies. Every day the death toll doubled, not counting the people killed by crazies. That's what I call them. Laurel calls them zombies, but I dunno if they are or not. I just know that if you give them the chance, they'll rip out your throat. The government tried to stop the outbreak. Quarantine zones, military patrols, mass burning sites, everything. It wasn't long after that the crazies outnumbered the normal people and everything went to hell. They put my family in quarantine because they showed signs of infection. I didn't. They tried to transport me to a different facility, but sometime between then and a couple of weeks the riots happened. One moment I'm being escorted outside of the hospital and the next I'm in a clusterfuck of angry, scared people. I don't remember when this all happened. I think two, maybe three weeks ago. The virus broke out maybe six or seven. I'm just guesstimating. Just like money and fame, time means nothing anymore. It's simple now. You're either one of us, or one of them. I just hope that someone kills me before I become one of them. Edited by Ozmodious, Nov 2 2008, 10:35 PM.
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