#viralcure

[soulmissed]

@viralcure: keep that blanket over you.

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his cough was dry and hacking. the boy doesn’t argue when hands thrust a blanket – old, thinned – upon him. he stares, eyes half-lidded, breathing rattled like coins within a tin cup.

(sickness. it left you vulnerable.)

hunched into himself, august steers his gaze to rebecca. “ i-it hurts. ” he wheezes. “ in my chest. ”

[a-guaviral]

hey, I made a meme

@viralcure

[lehazard]

Even in the dim lighting, which was all this place had to offer, Dionte could make out the twists and curls of flesh that made up most of these creatures. Once human, no longer. Nothing much was left of them. Unending aggression and a hivemind for the same thing. There was no promising this amount of mutation could even be undone with the aid of a proper cure. But that's one of the reasons they're here. Among other things. Identify a source, a motive, and suppress it from spreading out past it's quarantined area. God willing, they find survivors, they'd see them to safety--- if there were any.

The older man peeked around the corner he was firmly pressed too. Eyes searching ( as best they could in the darkness ) for a means of proceeding. He could see their way forward. The faint green glow over the door. Yet, there wasn't an convenient way through.

@viralcure ❛ What the hell are those things? ❜

"A problem---" He responded quietly, very well understanding what Rebecca was asking, but attempting to explain anything now wasn't wise. Sights turn to the younger woman finally with a sigh. Motioning to lobby just around the corner. "I see our next door, we'll have to move quickly, place is littered with the infected. We run straight forward, no looking back. Okay?"

[crashandswirl]

here, i'll take care of that. ｡° ⸻ for Angela.

Angela was more shaken up than she wanted to admit. Her mind was still going a thousand miles a minute. When the S.R.T. team was called in, she had been expecting a disaster, but this? This... Those people hadn't been people anymore, they were monsters. Zombies.

She gave up on her attempt to tend to her hand, which she sliced open on broken glass, and let Rebecca take over.

"Thanks," Angela said quietly, offering her a weak smile before watching her work. "...So, none of this is new to you, huh?"

[heavenprotect]

⸻ @viralcure liked for a thing!

"here you go." another late night at the university means more and more coffee in order to stay up late until the computers are done analyzing the data from his last recovery assignment. "and yes, i made sure they added the chocolate chips." he wasn't gonna judge her drink combination, not when his is rather egregious to some folks at the bsaa.

"looks like another all-nighter." which he didn't mind, steve has pulled his fair share of all-nighters at the bsaa, occasionally out in the field if they needed him to go out. however, most of that time was spent in the offices decrypting various gigs of data. "but at least this is the last of them." it's nice to work somewhere that isn't his office at the bsaa, he's aware of rebecca and her association with chris, plus she's one of the few that is privy to highly confidential information about him so there's that.

[deputy-rabies]

@viralcure asked: terrors.

Despite the initial simmering rage at being woken from his sleep, Shane feels his heart drop to his toes when he hears screaming coming from one of the tents. He's quick to grab his gun and knife, all but ripping his tent door open to chase after the sounds.

It's only when he arrives at Rebecca's domicile that he realizes that nothing's attacking- at least, not yet.

Fuck, what is going on with her?? Walkers are gonna hear her.

The former deputy unzips the fabric, not caring about whether or not he has permission to enter, and when he sees exactly what Rebecca's enduring, he can't help but feel his heart break.

He moves in and takes her into his arms, pulling her tightly against him as if he's giving her a bear hug.

"Shh, I've got you, Becca. Shh, you're okay. I need you to quiet down, alright? C'mon, Becca..."

[wanderingaroundwithmysoul]

"No way we're leaving you behind."

Rain knew what was coming from the shrill cry alone, but she still hadn't been able to avoid the B.O.W. in time. She could kick her own ass. After getting knocked over a table and taking all the expensive equipment and colorful chemicals with her, she collided with the edge of a counter on the opposite side of the lab. The less-than-pleasant impact and landing would surely give her some nice big bruises, but that was the least of her worries now.

The hunter's sharp claws had cut right through the material of both Rain's tactical vest and uniform. Her abdomen felt as though it were on fire. Pushing past the pain the best she could, she aimed her rifle beneath the table and opened fire on the creature's scaly knees. It dropped to the floor before long, but she didn't take her finger off the trigger until it stopped writhing.

"Go... Get outta here while the hall's still clear..." When the woman's reply came, Rain shot her a stern glare from beneath her brows. "My orders... are to get white coats like you to safely evacuate the building... Go while you have the chance..." Even though her voice was growing a bit unsteady already, she still managed to summon her commanding, don't-argue-with-me tone.

She grabbed ahold of the handle of a locked cabinet and tried to get herself up. "I'll be fine..." she got out through gritted teeth.

[lasplaga]

hc + 🌇 for a headcanon about morning- or evening rituals

「𝔖」 This one will be short & sweet, but out of respect for his adopted son Ramon ; Lord Saddler will water Catalina's flowers every morning, as well as dusting off her portrait & shining the gilded frame. Rats & chickens will be kept away ( then eaten ) from causing damage. Arguably, she is one of the only humans he cared for & missed deeply upon her death.

Both Castellan & Lord sharing grief over the same mother / woman contributes to this behavior.

It shouldn't "count" as a ritual, granted it is what every parent should do, but Osmund makes it a priority to visit or speak with The Castellan every morning or evening. The two are EXTREMELY close, & Osmund acknowledges that the child begs for his company in any form. Organization allows him to allot time fairly between all subjects in his kingdom.

[soulmissed]

@viralcure: i fixed it up myself.

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august eyes the mixed herbs, ground into a red-and-green concoction. the boy stares with some wariness, some curiosity. (he safeguards his skinny arm against his dirty hoodie. scrapes and bumps cover the arm like a roadmap.)

he saw ‘rescue’ printed across her vest. medical. first aid. reminded him of his aversion to hospitals, clinics. she has him jumpy. as jumpy as a rabbit in a farmer’s garden. he asks, “ is that medicine goin’ to hurt? ”

[a-guaviral]

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THERE WAS A HALT IN PRODUCTION, his shoulders rounded as he was facing away from her for just a moment, or two. Prepping the ring he clutches in his palm, WILLING TRY TRY AGAIN EVEN IF SHE WAS NOT. There was no pretending with Arias, for he truly believed that this was what he wanted. Always such the romantic type, this was suppose to be his big day too, something taken away from him unfairly.

The lamb fallen in the wolf's burrow had been safe so far, he had only wanted to ensure her delight. But she has broken the mirror that has reflected his perfect ending, of himself. He has turned mean, and bitter. SO MEAN AND SO BITTER he only hears her frustration and irritation turn to something he had been fighting for, was never love or anything good at all.

❝ Do not question me like this, Sarah. You know, that it is not like that ! I can never get sick of something taken from me, that I have been sick for. ❞

The realization kicked in too late, shoulders squared off, each vertebrae of his spine straighten up. Apologetic eyes turn to glance her up and down. ❝ Rebecca, I meant, Rebecca. ❞

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[writtentragedies]

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" --Do you know how all of this started?" Despite her father not being fond of the idea of letting strangers linger in their home for long, even less fond of seeing his children interact with said strangers too much, Beth had heard some whispers around the house about this new guest of theirs-- whispers that the only reason Herschel had let her stay was because she might have some answers regarding how this... Disease had begun, she may know a way to stop it. "Before the TV and everything else went silent, they were saying that there was no need for panic, soon a vaccine would be ready-- do you know if that's true?"

[crashandswirl]

all right! up you get! ｡° ⸻ for Terri.

"If one more of those... those things tries to grab me, I'm gonna completely freak out!" Terri exclaimed with a jerky, emphatic wave of her hands.

Terri wasn't sure how much more she could take. Unfortunately, she only had two options at the moment. One, sit there and wait for the bomb to drop on Raccoon City tomorrow morning. Two, film what was going down and try to escape alongside Rebecca.

Terri was trying to look at it this way: There were far more pluses that came with continuing on than giving up. If she survived, she wouldn't be dead! She'd hopefully live for another fifty-ish years. Maybe more. Maybe she could set a record for being the oldest woman alive.

If she survived, she would get to show the rest of the world the horrors of the outbreak with what she was documenting on her camcorder. Maybe she could even get a proper interview with Rebecca once they were somewhere safe.

If Terri survived, she could move on up in the world again... Past her weather girl position, past working at a small local news station altogether. They'd be giving her an Emmy. She wanted that more than anything...

Trying to latch onto the sliver of strength that dream continued to provide her, Terri did her best to keep her knees from giving out beneath her as Rebecca hauled her to her feet. "Thanks... Ow..." She examined her bloody knee. It was nothing more than a bad scrape from the concrete, but she was growing more paranoid as the night went on. "Is that bad...? Am I infected now?"

[movemnt]

@viralcure // plotted

"Agent Chambers- come in. Don't be shy." Gruff, yet welcoming voice echoed out into his office as soon as he noticed Rebecca poke her head into the room. "Go ahead and sit, the tea just finished steeping." He placed the kettle down upon its station, then offered a cup for her to take and pour into. He'd called her in, not for official business, but to see how she was getting along. He liked to keep watch over this little team of misfits, and to look over them incase they may need him. They were a little family of sorts, and he intended to preserve that aspect of the group. He doesn't speak again until he's finally sat back behind the desk, a soft, greeting smile curling his lips up. "I just wanted to check in- how are you getting on?"

[alphateamcaptain]

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HE SAVED HER LIFE JUST THEN , AS HE HAD WITH OTHERS , AND SHE HAD TOO . His gun was still warm as he lowers it down to point at the floor , he was certain it was going to stay dead this time . Oh ! What a nightmare this was . She had been here even longer than ALPHA TEAM had and yet she was still wandering around , trying not to get herself eaten within this cursed walls .

❝ Bravo team ? No , only you . I have not seen anyone else from alpha in a few hours . I believe , I believe everyone is still around , we just have to find them and communicate a space we all can wait out in until someone comes back for us . ❞

That should not be too hard , they were are highly trained professionals . OH YES , highly skilled and trained , resourceful and determined to get out .

❝ We found the helicopter , only found one body . Tell me , how have you managed this long ? Any clues you have come across as to get out of there ? ❞

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[wanderingaroundwithmysoul]

“ are you sure you’re okay? ”

"Yeah, I'm sure," Rain all but bit out. She drew a deep breath and glanced one last time at the zombie on the floor at her feet. Dark, coagulated blood was slowly pooling beneath its head like molasses.

The monster looked a helluva a lot like her best friend, J.D. It wasn't him. Rain knew that. Shortly before Raccoon City went up in flames, she failed to save him from getting eaten alive by a horde of the undead.

...He came back as one of them. Rain was forced to put him out of his misery.

The corpse in front of her wasn't J.D., but the resemblance was strong enough for it to register as such in her brain, for all the guilt and pain to rise up the back of her throat like bile, for her to hesitate like she had all those years ago.

Luckily, Rain hadn't gotten herself bitten again, but she was dangerously close. With her pistol aimed, finger wrapped around the trigger, and a clear shot at a face clearly already slack with death, she had no reason to let the creature get close enough to grab her. Reminding herself that she needed to keep focus and could continue ripping herself a new one later, she turned to look back at Rebecca. "The bastard took me by surprise. That's all... We have to keep moving."

Without waiting for a response, or for her to follow, Rain continued down the corridor, scratching unconsciously at the faded bite scar on her neck.

[lasplaga]

hc + 🤕 for a pain-themed headcanon

「𝔖」 When Osmund "recovers" from an injury, his body adapts afterwards to counteract it. When he was first initially shot, he stumbled over in pain accordingly, but by the time you reach Chapter 15 & 16, he can pretty much shrug off a barrage of gunfire.

This is also observable in game, but anything that ISN'T his parasitic flesh --- he more or less can't feel a thing, injury wise. Osmund can stomach direct knives, bullets or explosions to the face barely flinching. You can hook-shot his chest, & it won't kill him. Only when his regeneration is overwhelmed, his parasite exposes itself from his mouth. If you are fortunate enough to stab / slice any of his tentacles, he's taken down for only a brief moment.

Being stabbed in the eyes or tentacles is comparatively agonizing, but you can note that he recovers insanely quickly, averaging 1-3 seconds at most. Lord Saddler's regeneration factor is a steep climb & a contributing factor to why he's one of the strongest antagonists to date. Many fans complained of restarting SW DLC for a reason, both in 2005 & 2024, they kept running out of ammunition & you have to be ridiculously good at knifing / parrying in close range to survive. It's why in many playthroughs players opt to use an RPG to end the encounter right then & there.