<div class="floatleft">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag99/Entropic1/Samuel_zps4238af35.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Samuel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His apartment => Time Square<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>Samuel watched the TV, almost not believing what he was hearing, his mouth hanging open as he had been about to take a sip of his coffee. The Vaccine was killing people? That was... that just didn't seem possible. Everyone? But there it was. Samuel thought about it. Personally, he objected to it even being called a 'vaccine', since it wasn't an injection, and a person couldn't opt out. The entire planet had just been poisoned. Samuel sighed. He had been a doctor. Maybe if he hadn't lost his license to practice medicine, he would have been offered a chance to voice his opinion on the 'vaccine' before it was dispersed. Maybe he could have stopped this. Samuel stood up, taking his coffee into the kitchen and pouring it out into the sink, no longer feeling thirsty. How could they be so stupid. If the vaccine was killing people, and it was still dispersed into the atmosphere, then obviously it wasn't properly tested beforehand. Was a bunch of brain dead idiots! To think that Samuel had lost his medical license for giving and already hopeless patient more cancer, with that patients consent no less, to try and find a cure, but the fools who made the vaccine must not have even tested it before putting it out for the whole world to breath in.<br/><br/>A thought occurred to Samuel then. Maybe he could do something. Had had planned on taking the results of his cancer test to the medical research center on 134 East 93rd Street. If he could get there, maybe he could do something. Find a way to immunize himself and some people. Maybe even a far reaching cure to help everyone. Samuel looked out the window to the street below. Everything was blocked up. Cars honking and not moving at all, as clearly some people had gotten out when they had heard the news, not knowing how to rationally react. Then again, how could you rationally react to global genocide? Samuel walked quickly to his front door, grabbing his jacket before walking out and towards the elevator. It was quiet. Usually you would be able to hear people talking in their rooms, but now... just silence. It must have been broadcast not just on news stations, but every channel.<br/><br/>Samuel got to the elevators quickly and took one downstairs. He knew the way to the research center, but given that traffic was backed up like it was nobody's business, it would actually be faster to walk. Getting out onto the street, Samuel looked around, getting his bearings. He could hear shouting and yelling, the sounds of fighting and pointless arguments that would probably lead to more fights. Hell was getting an early start.<br/><br/>He lived close to Time Square, and it was on the way to the research center. As he made his way there, the chaos was no less rampant, with people running around, bumping into each other, fighting still. Fortunately, since traffic was stopped up, Samuel could just go straight across the roads without worry. As he made his through Time Square, Samuel was bumped into by someone who apparently wasn't watching where they were going. The guy turned to face him and, without a word, slugged Samuel in the face, dropping him to the ground. He was dazed for a moment, and then the man who hit him was standing over him. "Who are you, huh? Another loser trying to mug me?" The man asked.<br/><br/>Samuel shook his head, lifting his hands up carefully. "No... no I'm a doctor," Samuel said, not quite seeing straight.<br/><br/>"Oh a doctor? You probably did this crap, didn't you!?" The man said, his tone one more of accusation than it was a question. He looked like he was about to try and strangle Samuel.