<div style="text-align: center"><u><b><span style="font-size: 26px">The Yellow Plague</span></b></u><br/>
<a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Findex.php%3Fthreads%2Fyellow-plague-ooc.9877%2F&amp;hash=99de653696d45f65eddddb8fbb88f5ba" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/index.php?threads/yellow-plague-ooc.9877/"><span style="font-size: 12px">Link to OOC Thread</span></a>​</div><br/>"Doctor Hodges? Your patient, Jim Smith, is ready to see you."<br/><br/>Wendy nodded to the nurse, grabbing her patient's folder before leaving the office and heading to her next appointment. The records showed that she hadn't met with Jim for some time. He'd been quite healthy the past few visits, with only minor problems. His biggest issue had been insomnia, but that was a while ago. She'd recommended Ghentu sleeping pills to him months ago and they were working great. For this visit, it seemed Jim was having some odd muscle spasms that popped up out of nowhere, and numbness in his fingers. Wendy walked down the hall and arrived at the room, knocking lightly before cracking the door open. Sitting on the cushioned medical bench was Jim, a middle aged balding man just a tad overweight. He was staring at the wall, unaware that the doctor had entered the room.<br/><br/>"Hi Jim, how are you today?" Dr. Hodges asked as she entered, turning to close door behind her. There was no response. She turned back around to find the man still staring at the wall. His gaze was intently focused, and she noticed that his hands were squeezing the edge of the examination table tight enough to make his knuckles go white. "... Jim?" the doctor asked, walking around so that she was more in front of him. Once she was fully in his peripheral vision, Jim snapped out of it. He turned his head sharply towards her and stared with a confused and contorted expression. "Hi. Is everything alright? You seem stressed." she asked him, sitting down on the rolling chair.<br/><br/>"Something's wrong with me," he stated.<br/><br/>"Yes well, that's what I'm here for," Wendy smiled. "Now, I need you to tell me what is going on, but first I need you to relax," she told him, motioning towards his hands. Jim looked down at the way he was gripping the table, surprised, and then let go. "Thank you. So, tell me more about about what's going on."<br/><br/>"I have no fucking clue what's going on!" he retorted, almost yelling at her.<br/><br/>Wendy was taken aback by his outburst, but she quickly composed herself. "Why don't we start with when this all began."<br/><br/>"When what bega-?" Jim was cut off by a fit of coughing. He coughed into his left elbow for a couple of seconds, and Wendy noticed his right arm twitch a few times as he did so. Once he calmed down, the doctor spoke up again.<br/><br/>"Let's start with that. I wasn't aware you were coughing. How long has that been going on?" She asked him. She removed the stethoscope from around her neck and put the earpieces into her ears.<br/><br/>"Since yesterday."<br/><br/>"Interesting. Do you mind if I have a listen?" Jim shook his head, and Wendy rolled her chair forward. The chestpiece went under Jim's shirt and was pressed against his rib cage. Wendy furrowed her brows, and moved the chestpiece around to a couple of different spots. She was hearing a lot of wheezing, something common in heavy smokers. "Have you taken up smoking recently?"<br/><br/>"No."<br/><br/>Wendy looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. "Jim I need you to be honest with me if we are going to figure out what is going on," she told him, removing her hand from his chest.<br/><br/>"I am being honest with you!" Jim yelled suddenly. Wendy's eyes went wide and she froze. "You think I'm fucking lying?! I've never smoked anything in my goddamn life!"<br/><br/>"Jim, I need you to calm down-"<br/><br/>"Calm down?! How am I supposed to calm down when I'm feeling like this?! You have no idea what I'm going through! All you're doing is poking around with a fucking<i>stethoscope </i>asking me if I've started smoking and that isn't going to fix<b>shit</b>!"<br/><br/>"Jim," Wendy said cautiously, "Please let go of my wrist."<br/><br/>He looked down. Jim's hand was gripping Wendy's wrist tightly, enough to bruise. He let go of the doctor, and she quickly rolled back away from him, eyes fixated on her patient while rubbing her wrist with her other hand. "I didn't realize-" Jim began, but he stopped. He stared at his hand while his fingers twitched involuntarily.<br/><br/>Wendy continued to speak carefully while watching her patient with wary eyes, "It seems to me you may be experiencing some sort of neurological issue. I don't have training in that area and not the proper doctor for that, so perhaps you should seek help elsewhere." Jim looked back up at her with an expression of disbelief.<br/><br/>"Are you telling me to leave? That you aren't going to help me?!" Wendy stood, and Jim stood too. The man placed himself between the doctor and the door.<br/><br/>"Jim-"<br/><br/>"<b>No</b>. Shut up! You've done nothing for me! I came here, waited in that stupid room for over an hour, waited in here after, and you come in and tell me I have<i>mental issues</i>after listening to me breathe?!" Wendy stepped backwards into the corner. She was frightened by Jim's aggression, and he was staring her down with hatred. "You need to tehll me what ish hapuhn-" Jim stopped talking when he began to slur. He blinked, as if dazed by something, and his eyes fell out of focus.<br/><br/>"Jim, please sit down. I think you need serious help," the doctor said, not moving from her position in the corner.<br/><br/>Jim looked at her again, but then lost focus. He coughed once, and took a step back. His leg gave out from under him but he was able to grab the table for support. "What-? Sumthung wong..." He reached up to hold his head with the other hand, and then suddenly lost his balance and fell backwards. Jim hit the ground hard, and Dr. Hodges rushed forward and knelt down beside him.<br/><br/>"Jim?! Can you hear me?" she spoke frantically. The man groaned. His eyes were wide open as his muscles tensed up randomly. His body spasmed, and Wendy reacted quickly. She rolled him onto his side, then reached into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet. She pulled a credit card from the leather and pushed it into his mouth so that he couldn't bite his tongue off. The doctor stood and moved quickly to the door, throwing it open before calling down the hallway. "I need some assistance in room 13! My patient is seizing!"<br/><br/>Dr.Hodges turned back to Jim. Running footsteps could be heard from down the hall as a nurse quickly made her way to the room. He was still seizing on the ground as they both knelt back down beside him. Then he suddenly stopped moving. The credit card slipped from his mouth. "Jim?!" Wendy spoke. His eyes were glazed over, looking straight ahead. She quickly put her hand up to his neck, to check his pulse with her fingers. Then Jim's eyes flicked upwards towards Wendy. The split second of relief that Jim was alive vanished when he reached up to Wendy's head and pulled her down. She felt pain erupt as his teeth sank into her neck; she felt and heard her tendons pop as his jaw tore at her muscles. Wendy opened her mouth and cried out in pain, and her screams were joined by the nurse who was in the room beside them. Suddenly Jim let go, and Wendy fell backwards against the wall. Her hand flew up to hold her neck, which was covered in the warm red blood that pumped out of her jugular. Through dazed eyes, she saw that Jim had turned his attention to the nurse. He pushed himself to his feet and tackled the woman who had turned to flee the room. His teeth sank into her bicep as the two bodies toppled to the floor.<br/><br/>Wendy's vision waned. Darkness crept in from her peripherals and she began to feel numb and cold. She put pressure on her wound, but it did nothing to stop the blood that was pumping out of her neck. Within thirty seconds, Wendy's grip loosened and her eyes glazed over. Her body slumped down against the wall, and her bloody hand fell from her neck down onto the floor beside her. Wendy was the first of many to die as a result of the Yellow Plague, and Jim was the first to be turned by the infection. Jim would kill two people total that day before getting his head smashed in by a fire extinguisher, and he would infect seven others with a bite, including the nurse that came to aid Wendy. After a few days, those seven infected by Jim would kill 10 and spread the plague to 33, and those victims would do the same to others. Patient zeros like Jim would pop up globally, doomed by the medication that was created to help them. Carnage would spring up in homes, in offices, in schools, and in hospitals all over the world. Some would die, but many more would be injured; bitten, becoming enraged vessels for the plague to spread. Within weeks, millions would be dead and billions would be infected. Martial law would be first declared in China, and countries around the world would follow suit as their governments collapsed. A global recall would be issued for all of Ghentu's medication, but it would be far too late. Casualties would rise as those unprepared met their fate, and the apocalypse would begin for those that managed to survive...