The world, my friends, has gone to ruin. Fifty years ago, an organisation called Interlude started to buy struggling governments. They started with the developing world, and managed to repair their economies. World hunger slowly started to decrease, as did the levels of HIV and AIDS. Interlude refused to trade with the developed countries unless they received fair prices. Nobody knew where Interlude got the money to afford to be able to do this. At first, it was suspected that Interlude was not all that it seemed. However, it then came to light that Interlude held a substantial share in some of the world's most profitable companies, meaning that they earned a lot of money from these. And the more money they earned, the more they invested. Interlude slowly became one of the richest organisations in the world. It slowly bought out every government in the world. At first, it seemed to be a good thing. Interlude seemed to be better at running the countries than the governments ever had been. Then, twenty years ago, the Golden Age came to an end rather abruptly. Interlude brought in mandatory experimentation. You gave yourself up to be tested on, or you died. Children were exempt from testing until they were ten, and the elderly or dying were also exempt. Five years ago, things got even worse. The experiments got worse, altering the building blocks of humankind. The experiments lost far too much of their humanity. Some remained humanoid, but that was their only similarity to humans. They were monsters, wearing a human's skin. The failures were the ones that remained human. Most of them had enhanced speed, strength, senses and other abilities. Some developed abilities beyond the norm, able to manipulate things that humanity shouldn't be able to control. And Interlude declared that a failure. Earlier this year, everything fell apart. The monsters turned and started attacking their creators. Interlude couldn't control them- so they destroyed them. It started at first with shotguns, but there was just too many of them. Interlude was forced to resort to desperate measures. They moved out their "stable" experiments to a secure facility on the West Coast, near the place that used to be Vegas- and then bombed the rest. More and more of the successes turned on Interlude, though, and the bombings continued.The secure facility burned down. The only survivors were, ironically enough, the failures. But even they hadn't avoided the mutation. About half of the survivors were marked. A mark, similar to a tattoo of a simple black X in appearance, appeared on their bodies. All of those who were marked fell sick. The remains of what used to be Interlude brought them in for testing, and developed medications to treat the symptoms. However, unless a cure was developed, all of the Marked were going to die. Interlude told them that they did indeed have a cure, but it was located further north, in yet another secure location. Monsters roamed the roads between there and here. The only ones that would be able to deal with it were the survivors. Interlude gave them a van, a gun each, their medication, and enough money for fuel. If they made it there, whoever was still alive could take the cure. They are fighting a war not only against monsters, but against their own bodies. Important Information Regarding The Trip: Interlude estimated that the trip would take ten days to two weeks. They have enough medication to last three weeks, just in case. They have an Interlude card that allows them to get as much food and gas as they need. They also have emergency medication, in case one of them deteriorates rapidly and needs to be stabilised. Rules: No GM or PP.Violence and romance are both allowed and encouraged. Keep it clean, though. If clothes come off, fade to black or go to PM if that's your thing. Swearing is fine by me. Just don't go overboard. I'm asking for a decent level of literacy here. You don't have to be Shakespeare, but I ask for decent spelling and grammar, as well as decent length posts. Stick to the type of powers given in the plot. If you have an idea for something but aren't sure, ask me. I don't bite. Keep autohitting to a minimum, but I ask that both sides are reasonable. For example, if my character jumps yours, your character probably wouldn't have time to get out of the way. Make your characters interesting. Character Sheet: Name: Age: (16-24) Sexuality: Marked: (Yes/No) (Delete this section if not marked) Time Left: (Obviously not going to be like 6 months. This is an estimate and doesn't have to be stuck to) Symptoms: (How the illness is currently affecting them- more can develop as time passes and they deteriorate) Abilities: (At least two, max of four. Can be enhanced senses/abilities or a manipulation. If you're unsure, just ask.) Appearance: (Pictures don't have to be real, as long as they're not anime) Personality: Any existing relations: (Character names don't have to be used- for example, if you want your character to be dating one of the marked, just say so, and we'll try and work it in) Name: Maika (Pronounced My-kah) Barnes Age: 17 Sexuality: Straight Marked: Yes Time Left: One week to ten days. Symptoms: Coughing, light-headedness sometimes resulting in passing out, nausea, lethargy Abilities: His speed and reflexes were enhanced. He also developed an ability to manipulate air. His stamina was also increased- however, due to the deterioration of his illness, that has been negated. Appearance: Maika's illness means he has lost much of the weight his healthy body used to hold. His ribs are too visible, as are his collarbones. He stands at just under six foot. His hair is somewhere between red, blonde and brown, and his eyes are a dark brown, appearing black in low light. His mark appeared on his left collarbone, a few inches above his heart. Personality: Despite his illness, Maika keeps in incredibly good spirits. He is all too aware that he's probably not going to live long enough to take the cure, and even if he does, he doubts his body's ability to fight it. He has accepted that, but isn't resigned to the fact that he's going to die. He allows himself to hope, but not foolishly so. He allows himself to be happy, to laugh. He's determined to make the most from his final days. However, Maika can be selfish and temperamental. The fact that he has accepted his forthcoming death doesn't mean he's happy about it. His body isn't as strong as it used to be, and that frustrates him. He can't do the things he used to be able to, and he hates being slowed down. He always dreamed of telling his grandchildren stories about when he was a teenager, but knows that's never going to happen. Any existing relations: He currently has a girlfriend who is also on the roadtrip.