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Jae- The nonexistant
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There was a mistake. The virus was unstable. The subject became untamable- so they killed him. They contained the virus...or so they thought. While the virus was in 'quarantine', it evolved..it evolved to something unbreakable, invincible. The few survivors stocked up on guns and supplies to survive. As long as they didn't get the infected blood mixed on their own, they where fine...although...there was two. Two people, who had the cure. The cure? Where? What was it? Well, they had the first stages of the cure injected into them. They knew who they where, but they refused to tell anyone...now the go around, helping survivors. They do not know the whereabouts of the rest of the cure. You, are one of the few survivors. All the survivors have relocated to Moscow, as it was where the 'safe place' was supposedly hidden...there is no safe place.
Alex jumped across the gap with a small sigh. She looked around a moment before continuing across the roof, looking for the source of the pleas for help. "I'm coming!" she called out, biting her lip, hoping she wasn't going to be too late...again.
((OOC:The Two cures are Alex and Liam. Image of Alexandria Vale: [spoili]
Mya Zale sat on the table outside, her legs dangling off as she looked around, singing a child's tune. She giggled a little as an infected charged. She vaulted off the seat, her heel hitting the man directly in the chest, knocking him down. She stomped his face in with a smile and skipped off.
((OOC: Mya: [spoili]
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