It is hard to explain what the former guard thought, as he lay down on his couch. He felt not the pain of the wound, nor the hunger of the body. A human might say it was a desire to spread, but the feeling which the parasite forced into his mind was more than that. It was not a desire, or a compulsion, it was a need. The guard, if his mind was intact and not a puppet for the parasite, would have resisted this sensation. He would have yelled “no”, he would have run away from the thoughts he had now. He did not have that benefit, however. Instead, he stood off the couch and towards the hall.
First, the children’s room. It was the door on the left in the hallway. He opened the door, and the man walked in to his sleeping young. His young… not its young, the beast inside him. His children woke up to what looked like a stupor of drunkenness, as they had seen on television, but was actually a hunger which demanded to be quenched. He lurched up, and swiped at the children. Outside the room, in the room across, a young woman heard the cry and rushed out of bed. She entered and saw the child backed into a corner, the other hiding behind him. Both were crying, from general pain and the from injuries; the elder of the two had a mark not unlike a bite on his bare chest. The other, the younger, had been slashed at in the face, but faced no bite. To say this was fortunate, as an onlooker, would ignore his brother’s eventual fate. The woman, as instinct would tell any mother to do, yelled at the corpse with her husband’s face; it did not answer. It turned and lunged at her. She was bit then in the shoulder. However, no matter the strength which pushed her out of the room, into the hallway, and ultimately in the bedroom, a strength of a mother is too great. Her injuries did not impede her, as she pushed the corpse over to the side. She ran to check on her kids, neither of which cried for anything but pain, and tried to relieve it with comforting words. That’s when her husband came back, ready to finish the job. She did what she thought best, and a swift kick knocked the body down again. This time, it didn’t get up. It was 30 minutes after midnight, and the kids were treated of their wounds.
June 19th, Outside Beijing
The wife, whose husband fell to the unusual insanity of life, had been caring for the house. Her husband had already gone to the hospital, and it was agreed that he was dead. The doctors knew trauma had caused the death, but nothing more about the now dead man. She didn’t care, like he stopped caring. Her shoulder was not seriously hurt in the attack, and her family only spent one day recovering from the wounds. However, the eldest child, the one bitten, had shown the same symptoms as herself, and had stopped caring for the world. She only felt what her husband felt: hunger. It grew, and grew, until I finally ended like his. The eldest fell for the illness a few minutes later. The youngest, still at the hospital for observation, did not feel these things. And thus, one turned to none, yet none turned to 2.
+1 Mutation Point (First Infected)
Infected: 0
Zombies: 2
Deceased: 1
Stamina: 6
Strength: 4 (upped 3; equivalent to the lowest of human strength)
Speed: 3 (upped 2; equivalent to an uncoordinated walk, though still relatively normal)
Horde: 1
Intelligence: 1
Stamina=.5
Resistance=.5
Growth= 6 days
Grows to: Parasite Adult 1
Special Traits: None
Stamina=1
Resistance=1
No Growth
Special Traits: Zombification
Note: This is a case where the parasite was killed after zombification; the man probably could have easily killed his family, but an unlucky roll killed the parasite controlling him, meaning the zombie died.
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