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Caliginostic Plague: The Begining (A Horror RP) [Started, but Still graciously accepting by PM!]


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"We found... Axle fighting... the beast named... Dysim... he knocked out... Dysim... but only for... awhile... please... let Axle rest in... here..." Bonz said, still holding Axle. "Yes... Axle actually managed to take down the beast..." Chainz said.

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Joseph read the note and sat there for a minute. He threw the table over in anger. The virus had caused all of this and there was nothing that people could do to stop it! He looked again at the note, it said, "Joseph: We know how important your research is and we are very proud of you. You have done so much throughout your life, but we never got the chance to actually say we were proud of you. We are glad you came to see us and to support us after we lost the home and we missed you very much. If you ever see your brother again, tell him we love him and that we will miss him. Goodbye- Mom and Dad," All those years, he could have visited his parents any time in all those years, but now...now there was nothing. Joseph couldn't go back in time, now they were gone.

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Claire took Axle and laied him down. She then looked at her hands, they were dripping with the green fluid. Claire then errupted into a coughing-sneezing fit.

"Where.......did......he get......that?!" Claire struggled to say, trying to rub the virus off of her arms.

"Wait...only infected peole get that crap....." Chester said with concern, "Maybe it came off of Dysim......"

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"Axle made no physical contact with Dysim... all he did was throw grenades and hit him with the motorcycle," Chainz said, beggining to think. Suddenly, Bonz hit himself in the head. "I... am so... stupid... back in... the lair... Axle... and the whole mouth to mouth... thing..." Bonz said, trying not to waste his breath. "Crap! Axle did mouth to mouth with Claire!" Chainz yelled out, slamming his head into a wall.

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"So It's going to start......" Claire said with a grimmace, "First the cold, then the memory, then the anger....then the mutation......" Claire muttered, "all because of me," Muttered Claire, looking dishevled. Chester pat her on the back.

"He saved your life......it wasn't your fault...." Chester said encouragingly.

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Claire pushed him down,

"Just lay down, you've been badly hurt," Claire said, putting a pillow and blanket beneath Axle's head and feet and placed the blanket over him, "Chester go get him some water, and Joshua, get him some pills, he's going to get pretty sick...I can sense it....." Claire said, looking to Axle.

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Axle shook his head and stood up, using Bonz as support. "I don't know how long I knocked Dysim out for... and he'll defiantly be angry once he find out where I am... just... be prepared," Axle said, before he fell to the ground on his back, holding is side. "I don't need any operations... I'm fine..." Axle said.

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Claire sat beside him. She handed him a glass of water. "Here drink this, you need fluids," Claire said, holding his arm.

"Chester and the others will take care of the monster, just stay here, you are in no condition at the moment to fight....." Claire said, still holding his hand.

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Joseph went outside and took his helmet off. He needed fresh air after what had just happened. An infected ran towards the house and Joseph quickly grabbed his flamethrower. It got close, looking at Joseph, coming inches of his face. It turned around, running back down the street, probably looking for more food.

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Joseph ran back in, looking in the mirror. He looked just like one of them now, his hazmat suit had gone from decontaminant to a containment suit. He had to worry about keeping the virus in now instead of keeping it out. He put his helmet back on and walked into the living room. "What should I do to help?"

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