NightS
You feel a bit dazed, working day after day in this new school you found to work in. The kids they are abnormally quiet at times. Though today, these quiet kids show terror. It was in your class even that a fog began rolling towards the high school. As the kids left for their buses, the screams could be heard, you look out the window of your class to see shadowed figures in the fog running to and from, blood leaking along the ground as some screams die out. The surviving kids run to the nearest buses for safety, trampling over some of their fellow peers to death. One of the buses shuts a few of the kids out and begins to drive away, going as fast as possible. Though as it rolled into the dense fog, a shadow leaped onto the bus, and the further it went into the fog, the bus and it was not seen anymore. You heard screeches, a crash, and some screaming in the distance but you fear what happens. Looking over to one of the bus entrances, you see the kids hitting the door trying to get in, but the fog is rolling in quickly. They haven't met their deaths yet, but it will be soon, the creatures, they are close enough that you can hear them. Their gurgled speech that makes no sense. Their black bodies, long humanoids that crawl on all fours. What will you do.
Suitcase-Two power bars, a bottle of energy drink, a lighter, papers.
Sinpwn
Finding yourself in a cellar in the middle of the city. The lights are dim, you have been working for these cultists, and while they give good money, you think them mad. Today was like any other, you walk the street to their "church" underground. That is when you see that a fog is rolling in. You think nothing of it at first, but it is when you see a car lit aflame that you grow suspicious, the car travels slowly down the road, the bodies inside, burning, you could swear you saw one of them twitching their hand towards you for help. Looking behind you where the car came from like many others on the street, you then see something large. It was at least as big as a house, its dark figure walking down the street with its fat stubby black legs. It reached out of the fog and grabbed one person in shock still and held them up. It squeezed that person like toothpaste. Now is when you feel your legs moving before you can think. The same goes with other people. Figuring its size, you know it will catch up eventually. You dare not look behind you as screams are heard and a few cars actually fly past you into the roads in front of you. Quickly you make a B-line for the cellar door that enters the church. Locking the door behind you, all is quiet for a moment before you hear the loud knocking, screams for help. Then it ends quickly enough. No death scream, it just all goes silent. You fear to look outside for a moment and look around the church for quick items you can use. You grab a small backpack and go to the supply closet grabbing your things. There doesn't seem to be anyone around but you down here. And the only way in is through that cellar door. The only other door goes up into the apartment building above, the door at the top of the stairs is steel.
Small Backpack-Canned Beans, Water bottle, Candle, Lighter
Chink
You find yourself in the university, isolated as you always are. Roaming the halls you are looking for something but you can't quite remember what. Looking in the doorways, you feel like you would know if you saw it. The halls are empty and quiet. Unusual. However you have this strong urge to find whatever it is you need. You lose track of time, lose track of where you are. The area around you seems to mold into this new area. Noticing now, you see the now red halls, filled with whispering shadows. When you look behind you to head back, it is the same that way. There is no one around, you hear nothing but the shadows whispering madness to you. For a moment you are lost, and your attitude in life from being bullied makes you give up. That is when you hear a scream for help. Holding on to your backpack, you wonder if you should head towards the only human sounding thing in these halls or not. But these walls, they look as if they are getting closer, the whispers becoming louder with every moment you stand there, their arms stretching out to you, calling your name. "John, John, come with us to be happy John." You need to make a decision now or never.
Backpack-Wrapped Sandwich, Water Bottle, Twenty Dollars, Pen-Light
Zako
Your car broke down, and the nearby city was easy enough to walk into. Though to hide, you try to blend in, walking around with the crowds. That is when the fog started rolling in. At first like most people in the street, you thought nothing of it. Though when that burning car went by, you questioned your sanity for an instant. This house-sized stubby legged shadow walked through the fog, being close to the fog you could hear the crashes of the cars beneath its feet, the screams before they are crushed. And its arm came out of the fog, it smelled sickly, and its chubby hands grabbed the person next to you. That is when you sprinted, sprinted faster than you ever could. You saw someone open up a cellar, and you band on the doors as they close it behind them, locking it. You scream to them that you need help, but they don't seem to be wanting any of it. You run around to the alley, the fog dangerously close, and you run up to the fire escape. With your Dexterity, you actually manage to tip the ladder and bring it down.Climbing up, you run up the stairs to an opened window of the apartment building. Shutting the window behind you, you close the blinds and look for a quick way out. You look around to see if anyone is here and luckily they are not. You don't think they would be glad with you rummaging through their belongings. You don't find any bags but you do get a plastic shopping bag. Lucky enough that you can put some canned beans, a bottle of water and a flashlight you found. Strapping it to your shoulder, you have to admit, it makes a great purse, wait, now is not the time to be thinking of this. You need to decide on your next action. You could stay here a while, there is more food, and clothes. Or you could try and rough it with what little supplies you carry without ripping the bag.
Plastic bag-Canned Beans, bottle of water, flashlight
TCM
As these event unfolded, you were the in-town reporter, you could get first on the scene, and with your crew in a van, you booked it into the fog, hoping to grab the story of a lifetime. The streets were littered with bodies, your camera man filming out the window as you go by, trying to navigate the streets of bodies and wreckage. People without limbs, and missing parts made for quite the scene. The camera man then pointed to you while in the "safety" of your van. You begin to report, "I'm Karen Dolehivin, and I'm reporting for Channel 22 Ruestav news, here first on the scene. As you can see everyone, this is a scene not suitable for children. We believe this to be a terrorist attack, what could possi-" You reach out towards the camera man, but the arm popping through the back of the van is too quick, and dragged him out the hole it made, the large arm, big enough to fit a human body through, though with rough handling you could hear his legs and arms break as he was forced through, screaming in pain and in fear, your eyes quickly turn to the television inside the van where it shows what is being filmed, it shows the camera being dragged through the streets, his screams heard clearly, not for long though, the sound breaks and now you can only hear him in the distance in the van. He is slammed into the ground hard, at least you believe so, the camera lens now cracked and barely filming, it now at his side, watching his face, tears streaming down, as a large black hand wrapped around his throat. You could make out him saying help, before in front of the camera, it ripped his head off. You hold your hands over your mouth, as the camera now films his headless body. Looking to the driver seat you tell him "Drive, drive!" He steps on the gas, but the roof shakes with a large thud, something landed on top. Looking up, you see another large hand grab the editor and sound man next to you, you hear him scream as his thrown high into the air, you care barely make out the sickening thud and the ending of his screams in the distance. The driver now hellbent on surviving begins to drive faster but the arm comes down again, thrusting itself through the windshield afterwards, breaking the seats in front of you, the blood splatter as it tears the man apart in front of you. The van is sent off into a guard rail, crashing roughly before stopping, you hit your head on the equipment. You wake up in the van again. The driver dead, his insides eaten out and the other two back somewhere else dead. Taking the first aid kit, you know you put emergency food, water and a flashlight in there, but where were you, looking out the windows, you could see the dense fog but no movement. You could barely make out a couple of houses in the distance. You must be on the outskirts of the city you think. You still feel disoriented from the crash, but you don't seemed to be too harmed besides a concussion. But you need to think, what to do now.
First aid kit-canned carrots, water bottle, flashlight, medical supplies
Spinal_Taper
Today wasn't exactly the happiest of days. With your bus broken down on the highway, you had to pull over to the emergency lane and radio for assistance, another bus, and then see what is wrong. You told everyone to wait patiently inside while another bus came along. Though as you got outside, the tire was slashed, but that was no knife. It looked as if a giant lion opened up your tires or something, and you scratch your head. "What the hell did I hit?", It was then that you grabbed the repair kit, to see what you could do for now. A deep fog began to roll in though. And you cursed your luck, the bad weather would make it hard to see. Now grabbing a road flare and your lunch bag, you figure it will take a while. Then you heard crunching down beneath the highway, as if cars were getting smashed, you assumed cars were crashing due to the intense fog. That is when you saw a large hand come up and grab the roof of the bus. Crushing it inwards and the blood splattered out the shattered windows, the surviving screams were the dragged off the highway down to the street below. Stuffing everything in your tool box, you make your way over to the edge to peak out, eyes looking at the creature. below as it crushed the remaining people stuck inside the bus. Hiding against the barrier wall for a second, you catch your breath. You need to find cover.
Tool Box-Tools, Sandwich, Fruit punch bottle, Road Flar
Skyrunner
You treated today like any other day, the screams and smell of death actually was overshadowed by your interactions with your bears in your home. It was only when you felt hungry that you went downstairs to make yourself something to eat, your eyes meeting with an opened back door in the kitchen, you closed it and locked it, making sure a draft didn't come in. You made yourself a salad that you didn't finish the other day and decided to finish that today. One of your bears also functioned as a backpack, handy that. You felt some strange urge today to not come out of your room so you grabbed a couple of granola bars, a water bottle and a lighter to play around with a bit and stuck it in the bear. Satisfied with everything being all set for a while, you go into the bathroom, looking to see both your parents, ripped open in front of you, the pool of blood in the tub filled up quite a bid from both their drained bodies. What to do now?
Bear Backpack-Two Granola Bars, Water Bottle, Lighter
Tiruin
Oddly enough you were home today, enjoying some television, you had a drug meeting later on with a couple of buyers, but that was later. Out of the corner of your eye at some point, you notice a fog rolling in and your window open. Closing it because you suspected rain, you would yawn and go sit back down in your comfortable chair. Looking at your watch and then back at the television, you knew you had plenty of time. Though then you saw shadows outside the window. Running back and forth, grunts and then there were screams you heard your neighbor's door open from some loud banging and then some screams. Your eyes widen as you try to look out the window to see what happened. That is when somebody in the street sees you and reaches out towards you, screaming for help, and then an arm grabs their legs and body, ripping them off the woman's body, with the body still held, it flung her at a nearby window across the street smashing it. It then ran into the broken window and more screams were heard. You ran upstairs, grabbing a backpack, canned beans, a water bottle and a candle lighter. You needed to act quickly, but what would you do?
Backpack-Canned beans, a water bottle, candle lighter
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