The Scarlet Effect (IC)

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» THE SCARLET EFFECT


When a viral disease plagues the world and everything falls into ruin, two young individuals are inadvertently thrust into each other's paths to achieve what seems to be an impossible mission. Together, they must traverse dangerous lands, overcome undead enemies, outrun the law, and uncover a government conspiracy that seems to center around their very existence.

But they're running out of time. The virus is seeping into their system, slowly unraveling them to become one among the mindless horde of the infected.

Soon, they must face their worst enemy: themselves.

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KELLEN ARMSTRONG
22 | Male

Sometimes, Kellen wondered if Jennifer truly were the right girl for him.

He still wanted to marry her. There wasn’t a trace of doubt in his mind that she was the only girl who could understand him in a way nobody else ever could. Yet, a part of him--a very persistent part that he desperately tried to ignore--told him it was not enough. That there were things he still held dear to his heart but could never bear expose to anyone, not even Jennifer, for fear that he would not be taken seriously.

Everything seemed to be going fairly well in his life, after all. There wasn’t remotely anything about it he ought to complain about. His girlfriend was good for him, even if she wasn’t perfect, but there were no perfect things in this world. He was earning a degree that would benefit him greatly in the long run and which he somewhat enjoyed, even if he wasn’t all too passionate about it in the way others seemed to be. Others dove into their passions head-first and aflame with ambition, but that was not necessary to live sensibly. Kellen was determined to live sensibly, bound to the ideals that his mother had brought him up with.

Yet, he couldn’t help the yearning in his heart for something more. He wanted to make a name for himself, to leave a mark in this world so great that the eons would find it impossible to erode his name and memory. He wanted to be more like his father, but more. Just like the heroes of Normandy: brave and battle-worn, true heroes of a kind most people would never dare to be.

But he knew he would break his mother’s heart, and even worse Jennifer’s, if he even so much as entertained the idea of serving in the Army. It was useless to think about it.

Presently, Kellen sat amidst the benches in the mostly empty Carmody Hall, engrossed in a book entitled The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People. His reading glasses had slid so far down his nose that they were now precariously sitting on the very nub. If he noticed them, he didn’t pay them any mind. Nor did he pay much mind to the noise outside that seemed to be growing more urgent and hysterical with each passing second. Finally, the shrill screams had pierced through his deep concentration and he looked up, befuddled, and started making for the window to see what the commotion was all about.

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