The OOC A Normal Day The day is July 20th, 2016, in the small town of Hamilton. It's a quiet, peaceful town, with a community college at the center, a few notable landmarks, and stores for grocery shopping as well as for anything else you might need. This day would be dark and rainy, as it had been for the past week, despite the fact that weathermen reported there would be record high summer heat. On the news lately, there have been stories about a mysterious flu going around affecting only a few people. The symptoms are sweating, vomiting, a high fever, as well as the inability to walk normally, as if losing control of one's own limbs. It's disregarded as just a regular flu, but people are advised to try and avoid contact with someone who is infected. They are currently being treated at the hospital. At the same time, in other parts of town, a few random violent attacks had taken place. The attackers were apprehended and locked away, believed to be under the influence of drugs. Again, this was disregarded as something normal. Hamilton may be a quiet, peaceful town, but it was not without its faults. 7:00am - Day 0 Julian woke up in his living room that morning. He couldn't remember falling asleep, but here he was, his TV still on from the night before. He groaned and fumbled around for the remote to turn it off. He was not a morning person in the slightest, but having to wake up at 7am was his own fault. After all, he was the one who'd wanted to pursue further education. Julian dreaded the thought of school today. He had to walk there and with all the rain, he was starting to feel sick. His apartment was only a couple of blocks from the college he attended, but he didn't have a rain jacket to wear. He knew he should invest in one, but he didn't want to waste his money if it wasn't going to last. He stretched and yawned and went through his morning routine. After getting dressed, he slipped on his shoes and went into his bedroom. Hidden under a rug was a loose plank of wood, which he lifted carefully and pulled out a couple of small baggies from a tin. This is where Julian kept his "stash." Given to him by a young man living two doors away, these various drugs were how Julian made his living. Of course, Julian still had a part time job as a waiter in a local restaurant, but this was his main source of income. Today, like most Mondays, he had a few deliveries. He took off and headed to school at a brisk pace. His building was home to a few other college students, but he tended to not interact with a lot of people. Julian went through his school day quietly as usual, answering questions when he was asked and generally not speaking until spoken to. Although not a social creature, Julian was still friendly to anyone who spoke to him.