Turn 3
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crap. that needs to be fixed to work with the right person. sorry pokemon. . . . . .whatever. You walk over to your back room to get some plywood, but stop mid-stride. For some reason you thought you ‘felt’ your surroundings. For a couple of seconds you play around with the idea of being possibly being a superhero thinking, ‘Maybe I suppressed powers that I had as a child because I couldn’t handle them then.’ You became so infatuated with the idea that you try and simulate the feeling you felt before. You concentrate. Nothing. You try even harder, but still nothing. Then you try your best to pour your whole being into it. And, you fell the whole world. All six billion seventy two hund- then you notice something wrong. Two things, actually. First. The number of people were dropping rapidly, though a small percentage of them were turning into something else. Second, you weren’t alone in your own house. You had a god among you. You turn around to see a frail looking young black male child holding a sheet of some strange luminescent material.
“Your seeing me means I was so. . . . . disappointed? No, that’s not the right word. Lets just leave it as I was not impressed by your users use of tom-foolery when it came to you, so you must pay the price.”
His words seem to take on shape as he spoke. Unnatural shapes. Almost as though he were breathing life into them. With that he dropped the sheet and you see a die/dice/coin/multi-faced die/multi-faced dice fall. Time seemed to stop, though you could plainly see the numbers moving. Finally it settled on one shape. one 100-sided die, which had 54 facing upward.
“Looks like I can’t exactly kill you, but I can give you a death sentence.” He said with out any expression. You try to look at him some more but your body does not seem to respond. instead, it looks at the die, which, to your horror, seemed to grow, but shrank. With each passing second, you could see it. An infinite variable. An infinite amount of number fighting for supremacy. thousands upon thousands upon millions of possibilities waiting to happen. and then darkness. A conscientious darkness that ate at your mind and sanity. You knew only the number counting down and the darkness. The last thing you could hear as you sliped into a deep sleep was, ‘enjoy the blindness.’
Your medical teachers advice for these kind of situations kicks in, causing you to rush through out the whole building and check that all the fire escapes are clear and that the ambulance bay has no obstructions. You know that, in cases of a patient overflow, your building can be, and will be, called upon to hold and care for ill and injured. It takes some time to do it though, and, because visiting hours is nearly up, you lose your time to hold the puppet show that you were hoping to do for the patients here.
You read through the article again but you cant seem to find any new information. after ten minutes or so, you decide that it is best to stop and chose, instead, to check out the window again. There was no change there. Almost literally no change in the scenery. its like a still picture to you. Board with that too, you look around the house to see what you have to work with. In your secret safe, there is plenty of guns and ammo, some of which were nearly impossible to get a hold of much less get it into this highly populated/policed area, but you have ammo in bulk so you don’t really have to fear running out for a long time. Provided that the zombies you are worried about is slow and stupid, like in the movies. You also have plenty of wood and nails in your garage, from when you needed to build that fence around the back part of your house. Of course, that proved to be ridiculously difficult, so you hired someone to do the job for you, but they chose to use metal instead of wood, and didn't tell (or charge) you until the last second. . . . it was a whole ordeal that you don't want to think about. You know you have plenty of food, because you just went shopping. the only thing you really need, that you don't have is a generator.
"Seth, keep an eye out for any others like them. I'm heading back to the University. Road home's blocked. Or...if you have any better ideas-" Lorren turned her head to face him as she swerved past another car, "tell me now before I lose track."
Seth remained as solid as a rock, except for his mouth, which flapped opened and close. Lorren chanced a glance at Seth. His face was filled with what she saw as utter confusion. She passed another speeding car.
"So where do we go next?!" her voice nearly becoming a yell at the stress level.
"The University or the Police?" Her words shocked him out of whatever emotion was holding his mind hostage.
'Police. Now let's get the hell out of here, before They go for us.'
With that she shift gears, and flew in and out traffic. It didn’t take long for her to reach the police station. But when they did, it was mostly empty, though not quiet. The phones were ringing all over the building. It seems as though emergency lines still work. An older looking man comes toward you slowly.
“I am sorry if you called but we didn’t answer, most of our other officers and deputies are out handling other emergency calls. Is there any way I can help you while you are here?”
Never one to pass up free food, you rooted through the fridge, and then, food in hand, headed to the nearest tv. You watch a Brazilian sports game play for a couple of minutes before you hear the screeching and crashes. It seemed to come from a distance, but not a far one. In fact, as you strain your hearing, you manage to make out the cause. To the south of the building you are in, you hear a car drive in the parking lot with reckless abandon. You automatically jump up to investigate when you here another, more brutal sounding crash.
You go to ask how many people are left in the restaurant but the numbers are quite clear. Its just you and the four employees. Even the flamboyant guy and his friend had left. Convincing them to stay in the building would be useless because they are stuck there anyway, so you just sit and jump up from the not so subtle sound of a crash.
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Topic: Dead end (full house. Might allow in more people when this proves to be stable) (Read 9880 times)