Zombie RP
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"been feeling a little weird late-" i collapse "yeah, i don't think i can stand up right now" the green seems to spread
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i go back from you "i don't remember if this was bitten"
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"Oh god.." I rush over to my lab and I begin working on a temporary cure
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"for now, confine me, just in case i go fully infected" i back into a big dog kennel, and lock myself in, and give you the key "promise you won't let me out if i turn into a zombie" i left my weapons out of the kennel "and kill me if you can't cure me, aight?"
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you find me drinking the potoin bc it's my mouthwash kool aid cocktail
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"HEY WAIT DON'T DRINK THAT"
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oh wel- i let out a feral growl, my flesh is turning greener, and it's decaying, I'm becoming a zombie
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"this is my last piece of control, help me" i let out a scream, and I'm shivering, like I'm resisting, but it's taking a physical toll on me
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then i point to a sedative on the shelf "hey, inject me with that, It'll probably help, or set me backwards in the fight, but not sure" i continue to shudder and shiver, my flesh turning greener and more decayed, it's almost black, and I'm still fighting
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"this hurts like hell"
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"Okay.!" I inject you with the sedative
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it puts me to sleep, but my body is still twitching
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as if I'm fighting in sleep
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I quickly make a prototype antidote and inject it "Please work..."
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the green stops spreading temporarily
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but after a few hours, it spreads a big chunk
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in almost a second
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then i wake up, with this braindead, zoned look
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i fight off, by look going back to normal "I'm so tired, and the infection is sentient, and persuasive, telling me why i should surrender, and honestly, it might be right"
