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An infectious disease plagues the country, turning the citizens who are infected into crazed, violent individuals. Attacks on the city ensue, causing the military to get involved. Who knows what comes next? |
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•WIP• Mary Jane Blake Nicknames: |Mare|MJ|Mary| Birth Place: Santorini, Greece Birthday: November 21st Age: 22 Gender: Female Role: Infected Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance: Mary Jane is a tall woman of 5'7". She has a narrow build with a slightly hour glass shaped body. She doesn't have much muscle, but she's very agile due to her long legs and light body.
Her face is angular with high cheek bones, a strong jaw line, and a straight nose with plump heart shaped lips. Her eyes are sharp and are surrounded by long eyelashes. Her hair stops mid back and is pin straight and deep brown in color. Her eyes are a vibrant opposite, being a silvery grey with a dark blue outer ring. Her skin is tanned and free of any freckles and beauty marks.
Her wardrobe mainly consists of ripped blue jeans and t-shirts with high top converse. She does not have any tattoos or piercings.
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Ellis Wayne Watson Nicknames: Dash, Elli Birth Place: Dublin, Ireland Birthday: January 21st Age: 21 Gender: Male Role: Soldier Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance: Elli is on the shorter side, his height just under 5'10. He has about a medium-frame with long legs and short torso. His muscle mass is very balanced out but not large or really noticeable. He's not much of a body builder, he's more of a runner. His face is an oval shape with a softer jawline and a rather small nose. There's nothing that really stands out about his facial features. Almond shaped caramel brown eyes, small round nose, and thin light pink lips. His hair compliments his eyes, being a strawberry blonde shade. His hair is shaved on the sides with a thick full-length section at the top being frizzy, unmanageable 3C curls. He has pale skin with many freckles across the bridge of his nose. Since he had been stationed in Greece to help with the pandemic issues in the country he doesn't have a wardrobe. He just wears his Irish military suit. He doesn't have any tattoos but his ears are pierced. |
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The rumbling sound of an engine bled into his ears. Clouds of white and gray floated around him, looking rather peaceful. He was feeling anything but peaceful. That was a common feeling he felt when he had to leave his schooling on short noticed. Sadly, it was a common. In fact, it was his third year into his Freshman year of schooling. At this point, he was never going to graduate, He was a soldier, it's what was included in the job description. It wasn't easy though, each time left a pain in his heart. He was only in the army for the benefits; free schooling, good pay, and respect. It was what everyone craved when they joined the militia. However, nobody ever went into the risk that came with the benefits. Sighing, he undid his seatbelt and got up,squeezing past the soldier to the left of him. He wondered how much longer they would have to be on this plane. He wondered where they were going as well. Sergaent never shared any information. It was as if he was scared to. Maybe the pilot would have any information, after all the pilot was his old friend from secondary school. He moved to the front of the plane and wiggled his way to the passenger's seat, giving a grin toward the man. "Dash, what are you doing?" His pilot friend muttered with warning. Elli knew he could get in trouble for distracting the pilot. Sergaent didn't like soldiers who mingled with busy workers. "I just want to know where we are heading...Sparrow," He chose to call his friend his militia name since he did the same to him. "Elli..." Sparrow signed, giving his head a shake,"You're too nosy. Take a seat before Sergaent punishes you. Elli sighed and gave a nod, moving to head back to his seat. He could feel Sergaent's gaze baring into him as he did so. He was probably going to get in trouble for sure. "It's an island in Greece." Elli smirked, hearing Sparrow's last whisper to him. Great, a location. That's all he asked for. He moved to sit back to his seat and Sergaent motioned for him to come over. Great. Now he was in trouble. "Everybody fasten your seatbelts and sit down. We will be landing shortly." Talk about a close encounter. Sergaent looked pissed at the announcement and the fact he wouldn't be able to scold Eli for bothering the pilot. Eli gave an shrug and took a seat, fastening his seatbelt. What the hell were they doing in Greece? |
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The sky full of sunset colors and crystal blue waves typically made for a serene and lovely place, but right then, the streets were full of absolute chaos. The infection seemed to be spreading, but thankfully not airborne. The island still bustled with people who weren't infected, but not in the way that one would hope.
Mary had went out the previous night and everything had seemed normal, but the aura was off putting. Especially when she was attacked by a bloody man yelling about something in jibberish who ended up scratching her. She had thought nothing of it and cleaned the scratch, but the next morning she didn't quite feel herself.
Mary felt jittery and her skin itched like crazy. Her eyes were bloodshot and she had an undeniable rage building up inside. She had stepped out in the early morning and was almost attacked again by a man, but when she left her home this time, it was different. Half the population didn't even look her way.
Mary stopped a woman, who looked at her with fear, "What's going on?" Mary was still quite confused. There was nothing on the news about it or anything. The woman simply started to back up and turn, but Mary grabbed her arm roughly, "Hey! I asked a question," she said and the woman jerked away, getting scratched in the process. "S-Stay away!" She said before running off.
Mary stood there, wondering what had gotten into herself. She had never been an aggressive or assertive person, but she couldn't help the anger that she was feeling. Why was this happening?
Mary looked up as she could hear plane which was passing over head. It was to her understanding that all travel had been cut off, so why were they bringing people in? She could hear shouts about how it was the military, but Mary had a feeling it wasn't going to be a good thing that they were there. It was more people who could get infected and it could cause bloodshed.
What ever it meant, Mary couldn't resist any longer at how the people around her were going crazy. It incited such a frenzy in her, and she was borderline about to give in. People were attacking others as well as businesses and the whole island was an absolute danger at the time being. At that point, it was going to be fight or get hurt.
Mary found herself running towards where the plane should land. It could mean danger for herself, but curiousity was peaking and for once perhaps it wouldn't kill the cat. |
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Elli got a location but not an answer. Why were they going to Greece? Greece wasn't a common area for battle or hostility. Last time he had been in Greece was when he was a child on vacation. They weren't the typical country to have an issue. That made him extra concerned about what he was getting into. "Woah! There's a person chasing the plane!" One of the soldiers shouted. He couldn't resist looking to his left and there she was! There was a person chasing the plane on land, running after it. What was she doing? She had to be on some sort of drugs to chase a military plane. It made him more nervous about what he was getting into. "Ignore her, I'm sure the pilot knows what he's doing. If she wants to be stupid then let her!" He shouted over the chaos of the soldiers as they watched her. The plane got lower and lower to the ground but yet the woman stayed. Chasing them. "Soldiers prepare yourselves! If the woman tries to inferfere, shoot her and don't let her bite or scratch you," He heard the Sergaent's orders and frowned. Was this the zombie apocalypse or something? The plane hit the ground and came to a stop. He had lost sight of the woman but he was confident that Sparrow didn't run her over. He couldn't help but unfasten his seatbelt and run to the front of the plane, peering out the glass window. He made eye contact with the woman, his eyes widening. She looked ill and crazed, not drunk or on drugs. Suddenly hands grabbed him and yanked him to the ground by his throat. He coughed as he hit the floor of the plane, his head smacking against the seat. He gave a groan of pain and Sergaent's red hair came into his vision. "Don't do that again, Dash," The sergeant warned. The look on his face said it all. This was a dangerous mission. Whatever they were doing here, they might not all make it back to Ireland. "Everyone suit up, there are full length suits in the back of the plane. Dash, Raider, Sparrow and Hawk stay here and make sure the woman doesn't try to attack us," The Sergaent ordered and walked away, leaving Elli on the ground. Attack? A hand reached out and he grabbed it, letting the soldier pull him up. It was Hawk. He gave a nod of gratitude and turned to guard the front of the plain. Hawk choose his backside. Raider and Sparrow chose his side. What were they doing? How dangerous was this going to be? How much time will be spent here? He was anxious to get back to his studies. |
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Mary couldn't have stopped chasing the plane if she wanted to. It was too much of an adrenaline rush and she just felt she needed to be there. To see what they were going to do and if it really was the milita. Of course, she still had a bit of sense to not get run over by the plane. She was crazed, not stupid.
Mary stood in front of the plane, peering in. She saw a young man with strawberry blonde hair, but he was pulled away rather harshly. During her short view, she was able to identify them as military, which meant they'd be armed and likely just as dangerous as half the others on the island. Some of the people were full blown nuts, as though the infection progressed overtime. Mary wasn't as bad off as others, but she could feel it getting worse.
It was indeed like a zombie apocalypse, but with people who actually were still alive, with the possibility of being cured. If they didn't just decide to wipe them out.
Mary could feel the surges of rage happening again, making her want to charge the plane. To get inside of it and attack all of those men, but no. It was dangerous and at that time she valued her life. To her surprise, none of the others had taken interest in the plane. Mary skulked around the plane, inspecting it and looking at the door. She wondered about what their approach would be when the got out and if they would just choose to shoot her once they got close enough to truly see her infected state.
Rocks crunched beneath her feet, catching her attention. She picked up a few thinking of throwing them. Such an action could get her shot, but her sanity was struggling to stay up on top. It was a miserable feeling. She knew she was ill, but her heart was racing as well as her mind and all she wanted to do was attack.
Mary found herself back at the front of the plane as she gripped one of the rocks. Before she could stop herself, she slung it towards the plane. It only caused a small chip in the glass, but the sound was loud enough to even make her flinch and drop the rest of the rocks.
Mary backed up with wide eyes, almost tripping as she started to put distance between herself and the plane. Her world was destined to get very very interesting. |
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He didn't know why they were guarding the plane from a woman. An ill woman at that. He couldn't believe she could possibly be a danger. She looked so sick and helpless. He wanted to help her. Sadly, he had to wait for Sergaent. He didn't know what danger he was getting himself into and Sergaent was already getting short-tempered with him and his rule breaking. He couldn't disobey orders again. So he stood guard, watching the woman with careful eyes. He had his hand on the trigger and safety of his gun. He didn't pull it out though, he didn't want to scare the woman. She looked ill-crazed. She needed help, not a bullet. She disappeared from his sight and he frowned. She wasn't acting right. Surely because of her illness. She needed a doctor, not a whole bunch of soldiers. What were they doing here without medical staff? The woman reappeared with a rock in her hands. He narrowed his eyes,"Look out, she's got a rock." He didn't trust her in her sick state. She could do anything with the rock. The next thing he knew the rock was thrown toward the window. He winced at the sound of it but it didn't shatter the windshield. He made a dash for the exit of the plain. "Elli! Where the hell are you going? We don't have the vests!" Sparrow called but he ignored his friend's voice. He had to help the woman. He opened the doors with the barrel of his gun and slipped outside. He could see her running off. She needed help. "Woman, wait!" He foolishly called out to her,"You need help!" |
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Mary skid to a halt as she heard the door open and the man yell to her. How could he know she needed help when he hadn't even been out of the plane but for meer seconds? Either way, he had wanted her to stop, and now he had that, plus more.
Mary saw the gun, which made part of her feel threatened and the other part quite fearful. She started back towards him, studying him carefully. Did he expect to be able to help her? He wasn't medical personnel from the looks of things, so she initially was weary of him.
Mary stopped a small ways from him, a blank look upon her face. "Help? Do you expect to be able to help me?" She seethed. The rage had began to fester again. It was as if the infection came over her in waves, causing temporary bursts of insanity and anger. "You come with soldiers and guns and you think you can help?" Her fists clenched and unclenched as she grew more distressed.
A few of the other infected had began to take interest in the sound of the commotion, but none had came close though. If a fight broke out, there would sure be issues. "I'd bet no one even knows what's going on too, because I sure as hell don't," she said, moving closer until she was almost directly in front of him. She felt as though she was going to absolutely burst. The fact they were there with guns made her feel as though they were not going to help. Perhaps this one man was different, but she didn't think so. |
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Wasn't that his job as a soldier? To help people? He knew that he had to try to help her even though he wasn't sure how. He wanted a try. He knew she wasn't acting right. He knew when she chased the plane. He was more sure when she threw the rock. He had to help her in some way.
As soon as he called, she stopped. He made sure the keep his gun tucked away. He wasn't here to fight. Even then he saw her eyes go to its holster. He bit the inside of his cheek, watching to see what she did. She moved closer to him. He didn't move, he stood still. He kept on watching, waiting on something but he wasn't sure what. "Help? Do you expect to help me?" She seemed angry. Maybe these people didn't like soldiers on their land. He didn't blame her. He also didn't answer, he had a feeling she wasn't looking for an answer. "You come with soldiers and guns and you think you can help?" "It wasn't my decision to come here. I do not make the orders," He told her, trying to reassure her. She seemed angry. He removed his hand from the holster and raised both hands up in a surrender motion,"I am not here to shoot you. I am here to help you." She stepped even closer. He let her, his hands not leaving. He wasn't a threat. He just wanted to help. She started talking about not knowing what is going on and he couldn't blame her. If he was as sick as she looked, he would want answers too. "It's okay not to know," He tried reassuring her again, he kept his voice calm and careful,"It's okay to be scared and worried but trust me, we will find a way to help you. Or at least I will. For now, you need to take deep breaths, ma'am. Focus your energy on calming down, on things that make you happy." Maybe if she calmed down, he would be able to assess her a little bit better. Maybe he would figure out what was going on and maybe figure out what the military was doing here. "It's going to be okay, ma'am," He studied her. She looked even sicker being so much closer to him,"I promise." That was a big promise. Yet, it was one he would die to keep. |
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