Lone
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Thread Topic: Lone
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Mmkay. Plot?
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I was hoping you had one...
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2017. A new strain of flu rips through America and the world. H11N7 [refrence]. 90% infected die. However, it has a curious after effect: Three weeks after death, the body reanimates. H11N7 is dubbed, Wolf Flu. They reanimate into uncontrollable zombie-lycans. Society crumbles. The government locks down.
2037: A man is exiled from the Raven Rock bunker near DC for a crime he didn't commit. He encounters a woman, infected with wolf flu, but able to control it, part of a new society of such people. -
Sounds good. As zombie-lycans, what kind of wolf and zombie traits do they have? And how cognitive are they of their own disease?
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They have no control, they're human when not provoked, but wolf when in danger. Your character would be like any werewolf. The amount of control she has is up to you.
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Alrighty. Charries?
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Name: James Thorne
Age: 20
Appearance: About six foot, very muscular, black hair, dark green eyes, but very pale. Has a tattoo of a skull with knife in its teeth with the words: Who Dares, Wins on the blade. Speaks with a slight British accent.
Bio: The son of an English SAS officer, he entered Raven Rock with his family in 2017 as a baby. His father taught him everything he knows.
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Name: Ember Hart
Age: 19
Appearance: 5'7", dark red hair, dark brown eyes. Lean and has a guarded, wary look.
Bio: Caught the virus when she was nine, and was so vehemently shunned by the remainder of her family it broke her. So she left. She now lives in a community of others 'contaminated' with the Wolf Flu.
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Ember frowned, leaning against the wall of the central building. It was the place where everyone gathered, kind of like a local pub. Except there was no drinking here--victims of the Wolf Flu normally lost control at the first taste of alcohol.
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James was alone. All he had was the clothes on his back, a pack, and a gun. So quickly had the MP's removed him from Raven Rock. He walked, through the forest to what his map said, would be the outskirts of D.C. He'd hope to find a shelter.
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Ember blinked as a wolf brushed by her, looking as pissed as a wolf could look. He was probably walking off to cool down, regain his composure. She really hated this place sometimes, all though at others she was immensely grateful.
Now was one of the times she hated it. She needed out. With a huff, she started to walk out of the little mini-town her and all the other 'victims' lived in. -
James kept going, his eyes always sweeping around. He'd heard stories of what happened to victims, and did not want that to happen to him. He'd eat a bullet first.
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She walked past the last building, shoving aside what looked to be a dead person. Ember knew it was probably a new victim, still recovering. She felt a weight lift off her chest as she was suddenly, fully alone. It made her feel more in control. Calmer.
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He finally broke the trees, and saw a few decrepit buildings nearby. James cautiously started towards one.
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Ember felt her senses tingle right before she saw someone walk through the trees. A male. On top of that, an uncontaminated male. She narrowed her eyes and slowly walked towards him, not really caring if he saw her. She was more interested in who he was and why he was here.
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