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Realistic or Modern Dead Winter


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[SIZE= 18px]- Westfall Town -[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]" Stumbling in the dark . . . "[/SIZE]
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"[SIZE= 18px]H[/SIZE]aaah . . . haah . . ." James breath came out in cold mists as he stumbled, shivering, around the undead infested town in the freezing night. He was covered in the stinky guts and remains of a ghoul he killed earlier. It was masking his smell and by the way the walking dead were ignoring him seemed to be working.


He was so depressed, tired and feverish, his manly tears and the blood seeping from his head wound had frozen on his face as he kept on walking to who knows where. One thought stuck in his numb, aching head. " Mion musn't see my corpse."


He didn't want to turn here and he didn't know when that was going to happen, so he hurried and ran, ran, ran, until he heard lesser ghouls and finally all around the quiet of winter enveloped him.


Exhausted, sick, infected, and hungry, he broke inside the nearest building and collapsed on the floor. The moon was casting a blue light upon the dusty carpet. James vision was getting blurry, he was burning with fever all over and a searing pain radiated from his bitten hand. It must be close now, the end . . . He tried to get some semblance of peace, but how could he?


He failed to develop a cure, he failed to protect his friends, he failed to rescue Samantha, and it was all his fault that his brother was now alone . . . At least Nicolai and Saiyuri escaped . . . they can continue developing the cure. They can meet up with his brother whom James was certain could still survive this. And then they can rescue Samantha . . . all things they can do without him. He worked his utmost best on progressing the cure, and he did not have regrets about that.


He was getting sleepy now. Quickly, before he lost consciousness . . . James took out his knife with the extended handle.


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[1] - James dies . . . End of quest.


[2] - James lives! Foreshadow plot twist.




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[SIZE= 14px]- James Cunning's Status -[/SIZE]
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Health: [COLOR= rgb(165, 42, 42)]Infected[/COLOR], Open wound, Feverish, Starving || Stamina: Tired || Body Heat: Warm


Food: 0 || Reputation: "Stranger. New guy in town."


[SIZE= 14px]- Gear -[/SIZE]
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Main hand: Crude wooden club || Off-hand:


Head: None || Chest: Old shirt || Arms: None || Legs: Old pants 


Charm: None


[SIZE= 14px]- Backpack -[/SIZE]
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James' Current Backpack: None

  1. Knife, w/ extended handle

Partner's Current Backpack: (no partner)

  1. N/A
     

Hideout stash: (no hideout)

  1. N/A
     

[SIZE= 14px]- Tricks and Skills -[/SIZE]
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Good:

  1. Metal Thumb
    - No, he does not have a metal thumb. He's good at tinkering with machines, repairing, and crafting equipment.
  2. Passionate Virologist
    -     James's work on the cure is the most important thing to him in the world. And he will endure hardship and move mountains to achieve it.
  3. Smooth Talker
    -     Charming demeanor and a silver tongue. Bluffing, acting, diplomacy, and interrogation is this man's strong point.



Bad:

  1. Canine Allergy
    - Dogs and wolves make him sneeze uncontrollably. Not good when you're trying to sneak pass them.
  2. Honorable
    - In a harsh 'dog eat dog' world like this, James' kindness is likely to kill him.
  3. Limp Noodle
    - No muscle, runs out of breath easily, can't even win a brawl. Low physical pain tolerance. Cries out easily when hurt, will cave in easily to physical torture. Exception is when he has to protect his work.



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  1. Dr. Mion Cunning
    - James adoptive brother who is two years younger than him. Average at fighting; good at capturing and sensing ghouls; not intelligent enough to help in developing the cure itself.

    Status: Unknown. Not travelling with James.
    Kinship: Mion trusts James and will loyally protect him and his interests. But, he was last heard inside their previous hideout being angry and anguished that his older brother left because he got bitten by a ghoul. James didn't even talk to him about it, just left him all his stuff and a note saying, "I got bit. Don't catch a cold, Mion."

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[SIZE= 14px]- Hideout -[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 18px]- None -[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]" Wandering . . ."[/SIZE]
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No. of survivors: 1
No. of helpless survivors: 0



[SIZE= 18px]- Crafting and Construction -[/SIZE]
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Crafting Recipes:

  1. Wooden Stove (0% complete) = needs a barrel-like something and welding tool.
  2. Tool kit (0% complete)
  3. Small animal traps (0% complete)
  4. Bow (0% complete)



Construction Plans:

  1. Repair and clean building (0%)
  2. Work Room (0%)
  3. Garage (0%)
  4. Working bathroom (0%)
  5. Well Equipped Kitchen (0%)
  6. Doctor's Room (0%)
  7. Work out Room (0%)
  8. Stable (0%)
  9. Roof Garden (0%)
  10. Laboratory (0%)
  11. Secret escape route (0%)
  12. Distillery (0%) || creates clean fresh water
  13. Ethanol distiller (0%) || can create ethanol from biological materials. Ethanol can be a substitute for fuel.
  14. Electric Generator Room (0%) || powered by fuel.
  15. Fence (0%)
  16. Working Vehicle (0%)
  17. C02 chamber (0%) || allows the collection of carbon dioxide from rotting bodies. The C02 can be stored in cartridges that can power make-shift fire arms the same way gas powers airsoft guns.




 
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Well, I know I'd rather see this keep going than stop, even if I have been busy recently and failed to keep up with things. It'll be interesting to see how James lives.
 
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[SIZE= 24px]Episode 3: The Colony[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 18px]- Westfall Town -[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]" Location ?? "[/SIZE]
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"[SIZE= 18px]W[/SIZE]hat day is it, Mion? . . ." muttered James blearily at the floor. " . . . what . . . speak louder, I can't hear you. No, I haven't shaved since yesterday. Haha, you're funny . . ."


He did not know how long he's been sick with the cold and with fever. It seemed like he's been coughing and going through stages of fever and chills forever. He didn't know where he was and who he was, and all the while his stomach growled in abject hunger. Sometimes he'd crawl to a musty sofa to chew on the tattered cloth, or eat the peeling wall paper. He was so weak. Death must be coming soon.


"Achoo!" James sniffed, curled up against the wall, shivering under a ray of golden sun. Was heaven taking him up? Funny, he didn't think he was going there after all his failures.


Oh, and look, an angel seems to be peering down from the clouds, her long brown hair cascading down her face. " . . . whar yohou live . . ." echoed her voice.


"Achoo!" repeated James. "Take . . . me . . ." he croaked at the angel. Suddenly his vision was obscured by something large and hairy that was sniffing him all over.


Bark, bark, bark!


"Oh . . . so dogs do go to heaven . . ." muttered James before sneezing one final time and then passing out.


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[1] - Wake up in the same old room.


[2] - Wake up bound by rope on a sleeping bag inside a tent where the sound of rustling leaves could be heard outside.


[3] - Wake up chained on a bed inside a dingy apartment where the sound of people chatting could be heard from the other side of the wall.


[4] - Wake up in a little metal room with a small circular window where the sound of the waves crashing by the shore could be heard.




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[SIZE= 14px]- James Cunning's Status -[/SIZE]
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Health: [COLOR= rgb(165, 42, 42)]Infected[/COLOR], Starving || Stamina: Well Rested || Body Heat: Warm


Food: 0 || Reputation: "Stranger. New guy in town."


[SIZE= 14px]- Gear -[/SIZE]
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Main hand:    || Off-hand:


Head: None || Chest: Old shirt || Arms: None || Legs: Old pants 


Charm: None


[SIZE= 14px]- Backpack -[/SIZE]
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James' Current Backpack: None

  1. N/A

Partner's Current Backpack: (no partner)

  1. N/A
     

Hideout stash: (no hideout)

  1. N/A
     

[SIZE= 14px]- Tricks and Skills -[/SIZE]
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Good:

  1. Metal Thumb
    - No, he does not have a metal thumb. He's good at tinkering with machines, repairing, and crafting equipment.
  2. Passionate Virologist
    -     James's work on the cure is the most important thing to him in the world. And he will endure hardship and move mountains to achieve it.
  3. Smooth Talker
    -     Charming demeanor and a silver tongue. Bluffing, acting, diplomacy, and interrogation is this man's strong point.



Bad:

  1. Canine Allergy
    - Dogs and wolves make him sneeze uncontrollably. Not good when you're trying to sneak pass them.
  2. Honorable
    - In a harsh 'dog eat dog' world like this, James' kindness is likely to kill him.
  3. Limp Noodle
    - No muscle, runs out of breath easily, can't even win a brawl. Low physical pain tolerance. Cries out easily when hurt, will cave in easily to physical torture. Exception is when he has to protect his work.



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  1. Dr. Mion Cunning
    - James adoptive brother who is two years younger than him. Average at fighting; good at capturing and sensing ghouls; not intelligent enough to help in developing the cure itself.

    Status: Unknown. Not travelling with James.
    Kinship: Mion trusts James and will loyally protect him and his interests. But, he was last heard inside their previous hideout being angry and anguished that his older brother left because he got bitten by a ghoul. James didn't even talk to him about it, just left him all his stuff and a note saying, "I got bit. Don't catch a cold, Mion."

[SIZE= 14px]- Vehicle -[/SIZE]
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None


 
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[SIZE= 14px]- Hideout -[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 18px]- None -[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]" Wandering . . ."[/SIZE]
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No. of survivors: 1
No. of helpless survivors: 0



[SIZE= 18px]- Crafting and Construction -[/SIZE]
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Spoiler



Crafting Recipes:

  1. Wooden Stove (0% complete) = needs a barrel-like something and welding tool.
  2. Tool kit (0% complete)
  3. Small animal traps (0% complete)
  4. Bow (0% complete)



Construction Plans:

  1. Repair and clean building (0%)
  2. Work Room (0%)
  3. Garage (0%)
  4. Working bathroom (0%)
  5. Well Equipped Kitchen (0%)
  6. Doctor's Room (0%)
  7. Work out Room (0%)
  8. Stable (0%)
  9. Roof Garden (0%)
  10. Laboratory (0%)
  11. Secret escape route (0%)
  12. Distillery (0%) || creates clean fresh water
  13. Ethanol distiller (0%) || can create ethanol from biological materials. Ethanol can be a substitute for fuel.
  14. Electric Generator Room (0%) || powered by fuel.
  15. Fence (0%)
  16. Working Vehicle (0%)
  17. C02 chamber (0%) || allows the collection of carbon dioxide from rotting bodies. The C02 can be stored in cartridges that can power make-shift fire arms the same way gas powers airsoft guns.




 
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That was a good read and I vote for three too. I'd rather want James to hear at least some bits of the chat or tell how many people there are than those nature sounds. 
 

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[SIZE= 18px]- Camp Krusty -[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]" 36 Days till Spring, Sunday, 12:00 p.m. "[/SIZE]
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" . . . and I'm telling you for the umpteenth time, that's the famous scientist James Cunning, so you can't just kill him."


"Hold it, hold it, you mean the son of that bloody slob who caused the apocalypse?"


James stirred awake. It was day time and he was weakly looking at the wooden bottom of another bed bunk. He smelled terrible and as he raised a hand to wipe the gunk off his eyes, there was a clang and saw that his limbs were hand-cuffed to the bed posts.


Was this a dream . . . ?


"Yes, and before you get angrier, last we heard he was working on a cure in some military base. That's why he didn't turn. " said a woman's muffled voice in a nearby room.


"How'd you know? For all we know he might turn any second, not all people turn into ghouls after ten seconds or, or, half an hour. I knew one fisherman who turned after two days!" said the gruff voice of a man.


"Yeah, well it's the second day already and he hasn't been showing the usual symptoms of the virus. If anything, apart from emaciation and that cold he had two days ago, he's alright!"


As the two people argued, James was slowly coming back to his senses. He remembered what happened. He got bit, he left his younger brother . . . and then . . . blank . . . how did he get here? That he didn't remember, nor had he heard these people's voices before, but one thing for sure was they were deciding his fate. He looked around. He was in a clean room with boarded up windows. There were shelves upon shelves of various frog-shaped trinkets, and one side was a book case filled with books. There was a mirror on a desk, and on the desk was a radio, some ammo, a disassembled pistol that was being cleaned, some make up, and three cans of expired dog food.


"Alright, I've heard enough." said another man, this time more authoritative and calm than the other two. "Bill, I understand that everyone is nervous that we have someone who got bit inside our colony, but if it's true that this man is who you say he is, Jacky, then we can't abandon him."


"There you go." said the lady smugly as though that settled it. The man named Bill grumbled incoherently, but didn't say anything. There were footsteps walking away, then a door opened and slammed, then all was silence.


James tried to speak and found that his throat was dry and hoarse. And so he clanged rhythmically on the bed to try to get the attention of whoever was on the other side.


The door opened and in came an older grizzled man with a pistol who immediately pointed it between James' eyes. James shook his head in fear, mouthing, "I'm not a ghoul, I'm not a ghoul!"


The man looked relieved and lowered his weapon. "It's alright." he said into the other room and a lady with brown hair tied in a ponytail peeked out from behind his shoulder. He turned back at James, smiling reassuringly. "Don't worry, it's alright, son, I'm not going to hurt you, it was just a precaution." the man approached him placing the gun on the desk, but stayed a good five feet away, and the lady followed.


"Are you hungry?" she asked James, concerned.


"Thirsty." whispered James croakily. "Sugar water, please . . ."


"Got it." she left immediately, leaving James alone with the older man.


"The name's Frank Netter," said the man, "you're in my safehouse in my daughter's room in Krusty Colony --- don't ask about the name, trust me we've been trying to change it, but when you've got a huge billboard with the words Krusty Burger on the building where you're staying, people tend to call your place that." he chuckled. "Are you James Cunning?" he added on a serious note.


"Yes."


"Do you remember how you got here?"


"No, last thing I know I was inside a house. I was . . . trying to kill myself, but I didn't have the courage to do it."


"Why'd you try to kill yourself?"


"I got bit." James looked at his left thumb. It had been bandaged, but the edge of a healing scar peeked from underneath.


"Did you develop a cure, is that why you didn't turn?"


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[1] - "No, me and my brother, we got attacked and was separated from our team. Then we ended up escaping here. There's no cure. We haven't been successful yet." said James truthfully.
 


[2] - "Yes, there's a cure." lied James.
 


[3] - "RAGRBLARG!" James turns into a ghoul.


[4] - . . . (reader's write in choice)




[SIZE= 14px]Out of Character Chat[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]- James Cunning's Status -[/SIZE]
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Health: [COLOR= rgb(165, 42, 42)]Infected[/COLOR], Emaciated from hunger || Stamina: Well Rested || Body Heat: Warm


Food: 0 || Reputation: "Stranger. New guy in town."


[SIZE= 14px]- Gear -[/SIZE]
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Main hand:    || Off-hand:


Head: None || Chest: Old shirt || Arms: None || Legs: Old pants 


Charm: None


[SIZE= 14px]- Backpack -[/SIZE]
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James' Current Backpack: None

  1. N/A

Partner's Current Backpack: (no partner)

  1. N/A
     

Hideout stash: (no hideout)

  1. N/A
     

[SIZE= 14px]- Tricks and Skills -[/SIZE]
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Good:

  1. Metal Thumb
    - No, he does not have a metal thumb. He's good at tinkering with machines, repairing, and crafting equipment.
  2. Passionate Virologist
    -     James's work on the cure is the most important thing to him in the world. And he will endure hardship and move mountains to achieve it.
  3. Smooth Talker
    -     Charming demeanor and a silver tongue. Bluffing, acting, diplomacy, and interrogation is this man's strong point.



Bad:

  1. Canine Allergy
    - Dogs and wolves make him sneeze uncontrollably. Not good when you're trying to sneak pass them.
  2. Honorable
    - In a harsh 'dog eat dog' world like this, James' kindness is likely to kill him.
  3. Limp Noodle
    - No muscle, runs out of breath easily, can't even win a brawl. Low physical pain tolerance. Cries out easily when hurt, will cave in easily to physical torture. Exception is when he has to protect his work.



[SIZE= 14px]- Relationships -[/SIZE]
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  1. Dr. Mion Cunning
    - James adoptive brother who is two years younger than him. Average at fighting; good at capturing and sensing ghouls; not intelligent enough to help in developing the cure itself.

    Status: Unknown. Not travelling with James.
    Kinship: Mion trusts James and will loyally protect him and his interests. But, he was last heard inside their previous hideout being angry and anguished that his older brother left because he got bitten by a ghoul. James didn't even talk to him about it, just left him all his stuff and a note saying, "I got bit. Don't catch a cold, Mion."
     
  2. Girl
  3. Man

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[SIZE= 14px]- Hideout -[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 18px]- Camp Krusty -[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]" Visitor or Prisoner? "[/SIZE]
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No. of survivors: 1
No. of helpless survivors: 0



[SIZE= 18px]- Crafting and Construction -[/SIZE]
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Spoiler



Crafting Recipes:

  1. Wooden Stove (0% complete) = needs a barrel-like something and welding tool.
  2. Tool kit (0% complete)
  3. Small animal traps (0% complete)
  4. Bow (0% complete)



Construction Plans:

  1. Repair and clean building (0%)
  2. Work Room (0%)
  3. Garage (0%)
  4. Working bathroom (0%)
  5. Well Equipped Kitchen (0%)
  6. Doctor's Room (0%)
  7. Work out Room (0%)
  8. Stable (0%)
  9. Roof Garden (0%)
  10. Laboratory (0%)
  11. Secret escape route (0%)
  12. Distillery (0%) || creates clean fresh water
  13. Ethanol distiller (0%) || can create ethanol from biological materials. Ethanol can be a substitute for fuel.
  14. Electric Generator Room (0%) || powered by fuel.
  15. Fence (0%)
  16. Working Vehicle (0%)
  17. C02 chamber (0%) || allows the collection of carbon dioxide from rotting bodies. The C02 can be stored in cartridges that can power make-shift fire arms the same way gas powers airsoft guns.




 
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I'd say 1 is the best choice but something in me wants to choose 2. We can't know what these people would do if he says there's still no cure, there will be more suspicion about why he didn't even turned? And also, if he says the cure is with his brother, he can ask for help to find him since there's no way other people would help a stranger in this kind of scenario, given that they will be putting their lives at risk. But then, if we choose 2, the time would come that they would know that there's no cure. Then I don't know, what do you guys think? It's a matter of what's more important right now. @Fezzes @TheCountryWarrior
 
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I reckon 3 is obviously the best choice, guys.


4. "Not yet. I got separated from the main group when we were attacked, managed to get away to here. We haven't got a cure yet, but I reckon I've got a solid lead on it now, if I keep on being human. Some kind of natural immunity... and with human DNA and antibodies..." James said half-truthfully.



Leave out Mion (Iunno, I just reckon that's right. Keep a card or two, since we're not fully sure of who they are), and strike a balance between saying there's no cure, but we reckon we just got a whole lot closer. Because we probably did. In lieu of that, 1. Lying about the cure IS going to bite us in the ass.
 
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[SIZE= 18px]- Camp Krusty -[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]" 36 Days till Spring, Sunday, 12:07 p.m. "[/SIZE]
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"[SIZE= 18px]N[/SIZE]o." said James, facingt the bottom of the top bunk in a slightly shamed voice. "We haven't developed a cure yet, but I've got a solid lead on it now, if I keep on being human. I have a high density of antibodies that slow the replication of the virus. " he lied smoothly as though stating a fact that he's known all his life. "We haven't successfully transferred my high resistance to a human host, but we've lowered the aggression of one infected mouse . . ." he raised his bandaged hand.


"I've never been bitten before, we've always used weaker strains of the virus on my blood to try and create a vaccine, never on that much saliva on the usual strain. Do you have a cough mask, anything to cover my mouth so that my spit won't fly into your eyes?" he added, glancing sideways at the grizzled man, but making sure his mouth was just facing the top bunk.


"I'll have one made." said Frank. He looked like he believed what James had said and from his eyes James could see that here was a rare honorable man who was thinking on how best to support him. It was the same look James' subordinates would give him showing that they want to help with the cure, even if it was difficult, because they want to save lives.


The woman with long hair came back with a glass of cloudy liquid and a straw. "Here, your sugar water." Frank blocked her way with a hand.


"Don't go near. You can't let his saliva get into your eyes when he talks." he covered James mouth with a cloth and slipped under the straw and let him drink from the glass himself.


"Thank you." said James later. His stomach growled, but he ignored it. He had to be patient and reintroduce food to his body slowly. From the way he was feeling he could tell that he was undergoing marasmus, or severe malnutrition. There was a big chance his body will reject food if he ate solids immediately. He looked at the lady. "Were you the one who rescued me?"


"Yes. It's Sunday now, about twelve in the afternoon. My name is Harriette Netter, though you can call me 'Harry', most people around here do. What happened to you?" she asked curiously.


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[1] - "Now, now. Let him have some rest." said Frank. (James focuses on regaining his strength)
 


[2] - "We were attacked." began James. (Lies some more, feeding them with half-truths that kept Mion out of the story. James purpose now must be to survive by persuading these people to help him, get back to his brother who's hopefully found the others, and find out whether the people hunting him have heard that he's here.)



[3] - James couldn't help but notice that Harriette had beautiful stormy grey eyes.



[4] - . . . (reader's write in choice)




[SIZE= 14px]Out of Character Chat[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]- James Cunning's Status -[/SIZE]
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Health: [COLOR= rgb(165, 42, 42)]Infected[/COLOR], Emaciated from hunger || Stamina: Well Rested || Body Heat: Warm


Food: 0 || Reputation: "Stranger. New guy in town."


[SIZE= 14px]- Gear -[/SIZE]
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Main hand:    || Off-hand:


Head: None || Chest: Old shirt || Arms: None || Legs: Old pants 


Charm: None


[SIZE= 14px]- Backpack -[/SIZE]
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James' Current Backpack: None

  1. N/A

Partner's Current Backpack: (no partner)

  1. N/A
     

Hideout stash: (no hideout)

  1. N/A
     

[SIZE= 14px]- Tricks and Skills -[/SIZE]
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Good:

  1. Metal Thumb
    - No, he does not have a metal thumb. He's good at tinkering with machines, repairing, and crafting equipment.
  2. Passionate Virologist
    -     James's work on the cure is the most important thing to him in the world. And he will endure hardship and move mountains to achieve it.
  3. Smooth Talker
    -     Charming demeanor and a silver tongue. Bluffing, acting, diplomacy, and interrogation is this man's strong point.



Bad:

  1. Canine Allergy
    - Dogs and wolves make him sneeze uncontrollably. Not good when you're trying to sneak pass them.
  2. Honorable
    - In a harsh 'dog eat dog' world like this, James' kindness is likely to kill him.
  3. Limp Noodle
    - No muscle, runs out of breath easily, can't even win a brawl. Low physical pain tolerance. Cries out easily when hurt, will cave in easily to physical torture. Exception is when he has to protect his work.



[SIZE= 14px]- Relationships -[/SIZE]
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  • Dr. Mion Cunning
    - James adoptive brother who is two years younger than him. Average at fighting; good at capturing and sensing ghouls; not intelligent enough to help in developing the cure itself.

    Status: Unknown. Not travelling with James.
    Kinship: Mion trusts James and will loyally protect him and his interests. But, he was last heard inside their previous hideout being angry and anguished that his older brother left because he got bitten by a ghoul. James didn't even talk to him about it, just left him all his stuff and a note saying, "I got bit. Don't catch a cold, Mion."






  • Frank Netter
    - A survivor living in Camp Krusty, but from the interaction James heard earlier, he seemed to be a leader of some sort. Currently seems willing to help James for the cure.








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  • Harriete Netter
    - Frank's daughter. She rescued James when he was alone, sick, and dying from starvation. James believes she owns a dog. Currently seems willing to help James for the cure.

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[SIZE= 14px]- Hideout -[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 18px]- Camp Krusty -[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]" Visitor or Prisoner? "[/SIZE]
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No. of survivors: 3
No. of helpless survivors: 0



[SIZE= 18px]- Crafting and Construction -[/SIZE]
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Crafting Recipes:

  1. Wooden Stove (0% complete) = needs a barrel-like something and welding tool.
  2. Tool kit (0% complete)
  3. Small animal traps (0% complete)
  4. Bow (0% complete)



Construction Plans:

  1. Repair and clean building (0%)
  2. Work Room (0%)
  3. Garage (0%)
  4. Working bathroom (0%)
  5. Well Equipped Kitchen (0%)
  6. Doctor's Room (0%)
  7. Work out Room (0%)
  8. Stable (0%)
  9. Roof Garden (0%)
  10. Laboratory (0%)
  11. Secret escape route (0%)
  12. Distillery (0%) || creates clean fresh water
  13. Ethanol distiller (0%) || can create ethanol from biological materials. Ethanol can be a substitute for fuel.
  14. Electric Generator Room (0%) || powered by fuel.
  15. Fence (0%)
  16. Working Vehicle (0%)
  17. C02 chamber (0%) || allows the collection of carbon dioxide from rotting bodies. The C02 can be stored in cartridges that can power make-shift fire arms the same way gas powers airsoft guns.




 
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