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Chapter 14B Smokin' Hot Beaver Dams
@300fans. Sorry, but I didn’t realize that you signed up! I apologize. Instead of adding yet another character, I am going to make some edits and give you the Sam Sparta Croffer. A character from a while back. He is a Navy SEAL, but a few internal lacerations will make him think he is an Airforce bomb tec in no time. But for now, choose a skill set. (you can find them on the first pages) The choices are hunter, gather, and some other cool things. I am going to bring these back.
@Everyone I have written the next 2 parts along with the results of all of their choices. But it’s not what you guys are expecting, the parts are
now shorter and a bit faster on pace, definitely packed with more choices making this game interactive even on a social level.
CHAP. 14 A. ABSENS RATIO
The interviewer from the Associated Press bit his lips. Things were getting really tough, especially after the outbreak.
Man, I remember when the news was so slow. But now, things have escalated rapidly. Wow. Everyone is going to be shocked that I spoke to a Team Perseverance member! he thought.
Interviewer: So Chase, what happened to Leo, John Doe, Jake and the other absent people?
Chase: Sigh. They’ve been acting strange for a while now I suppose. But it wasn’t until…
Chase started to breathe heavily. “They didn’t-” Chase breathed into a paper bag. “…didn’t even respond…”
MONROEVILLE ARMY BASE FAIR GROUNDS
“…come this way, the general wants to see you” Reeves stated.
“Wait,” Jonathan exclaimed, waving his hands in the air. “We have to check the trailer! We still can’t find Leo, or John Doe, or any of those guys! Not even Sam Croffer or Jake!”
Allegro tapped Jonathan’s shoulder to get his attention. “Wait-… Who is Sam Croffer?”
Chase Ferks took a step forward to intervene. “Allegro… You may not know this… But do you remember when Sam tripped and fell when we first arrived here?”
Allegro took a second to think things over. He didn’t recall the event.
“Didn’t think so,” Chase said. “You see Allegro, Sam’s brain held a continual prolapse when his skull experienced shock… Which happens rarely if ever.”
Allegro looked at Chase with disbelief. “You think his brain ‘fell out of place’?”
“Yes I do,” Chase said. "In fact, I am so certain, because Sam has been experiencing psychological changes.
“Like what?” Allegro asked.
“Well, it appears only his name has been affected,” <— [IS THIS the right word?] Chase replied.
Chase exhaled. “He thinks he’s been in the Airforce all his life, but his short term and childhood memories should still be intact. He has also been making bizarre references to how much he and his 300 fans love him.”
Allegro side-glanced Chase, “Ok that’s freaky, but when did you turn psychologist all of a sudden?”
Chase shrugged. “I’ve been into it for a while now. It was my first job…”
“Where is he now?” Allegro asked.
“He is in the trailer,” Jonathan said, intervening.
Iraca stepped in impatiently. She had her sword unsheathed. That was usually a sign.
“Alright we can deal with this later. Jonathan! Where is the trailer?” Iraca said.
“Right,” Jonathan said. “Follow me everybody,”
“Wait a sec,” a voice said. Captain Reeves approached Jonathan. “I’ll come with you guys,” he said.
Thus the group started walking towards the general direction from which they arrived. Bypassing several soldiers and numerous tents, the group finally reached the location of all their vehicles, and more importantly, their gear.
“So can we pitch up and stay for the night?” Jonathan asked Reeves.
Reeves scratched his head. “Uhh, actually that’s what the General wanted to discuss,”
“Right,” Jonathan replied.
Jonathan thought the General and how they proceeded with operations in the early 2000. The General use to be a Colonel back then, when Jonathan received orders. They relied on each other pretty heavily, but today was a day of uncertain. Being called out was one thing, but Jonathan’s survival and the group’s survival was another. For all he knew, he could be banished from the entire military because of his short term AWOL.
Allegro walked up to the front of the trailer and proceeded to lift the hatch.
“Open it,” Iraca murmured.
Allegro pulled the handle, and the two doors swung wide open.
Inside was not only the groups gear, but six people.
“Jesus…” Iraca said exhaling.
The group started to count how many bodies were inside but it was too late. One was already barreling to them.
“THIS IS SPARTAAAAAA!” a voice yelled.
“Watch out!” Reeves exclaimed.
Quick thinking, Jonathan pushed Allegro out of the way. But even then it was too late. The body collided with Allegro, knocking him of his feet.
“Aaaaaahhhh!!!!!!” Allegro screamed.
Iraca’s sidearm was already out, sights laid on Sam’s head.
Wait Iraca thought. On Sam’s?
“Jesus Sam,” Iraca said, bolstering her weapon.
Jonathan grabbed Sam by the collar and hurled him to the ground. Allegro exhaled with a breath of relief and stood up.
“Jesus Sam I thought you were a zombie!” Allegro yelled.
Sam spat on the ground. It was bloody.
“Told you!” a voice said from inside the trailer.
Sam Croffer coughed even more blood. “Well if they had locked us in there Samuel, this may not have happened!” he said. He spat again.
Samuel Stevenson walked out of the trailer and jumped down. “Hey guys,” he said. “Next time, keep a back-up pair of keys inside.”
Sam stood up and put his hands on his knees, leaning over. “Uhhg, I swear that felt like 273 days in there!” Sam complained.
“Oh shut up,” Chase said.
Samuel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Guys we have some bad news,” Samuel said, directing everybody’s attention.
“Six guys, and none of them are responding,” he bit his lip.
“Are they unconscious?” Iraca asked. “I mean-hey are alive… Right?”
Sam bent backwards and stretched. “Oooh! God that hurts!” Sam exclaimed out of pain. Jonathan, the one who inflicted the pain, rolled his eyes and smirked.
“Well Iraca, they are alive. But there is one fact that makes it much much worse,” Croffer explained.
Everyone stared at Sam.
“All six are conscious,” Samuel Stevenson explained.
“Huh?” Allegro asked.
Captain Reeves paced back and forth, anxiously. “Alright this is getting way to weird.” Reeves said out loud. “I’m calling the medics down now!” Reeves fumbled for his two way radio and immediately started issuing commands.
“Woah, Woah, Woah,” Chase said. “What are you telling us?”
Sam looked down, staring at the ground, and then back up again to meet Chase’s face. “They aren’t responding to sounds, nor to physical touch,” Sam said, exhaling.
Chase shook his head.
“Pretty much dead,” Samuel said. “It’s like we aren’t even there. They don’t even respond to food Chase. Not even food.”
“Who is in there?” Chase asked.
Samuel took a second look inside the trailer. “We have Duncan Steel, Joey Quiver, Jake Miller, Mike Clastery, John Doe, and Leo.”
“S***” someone said.
“But they’re alive?” Iraca questioned.
Samuel uncrossed his arms. “We – have detected a pulse, yes. Along with breathing. We even have detected eye movement.”
“Holy ****!” Reeves exclaimed. “They could be infected!”
“There is no way tell if they are…” Sam said dryly.
“Wait a minute!” Iraca exclaimed. “I studied how a human undergoes changes when infected. I can tell if they are.”
“Go ahead and check Iraca,” Jonathan said.
Iraca jumped in the trailer and turned on the inside light.
One, two, three, four, five… Six she counted. Six people
Iraca cursed. She looked for the closest person, who turned out the be Duncan. He was laying face down on a weapons cache.
Are you OK Duncan?" she asked.
Iraca repeated the question, this time shaking Duncan.
“I said Duncan, are you OK?” she said, this time louder.
This is strange she thought.
She squatted and flip him over. She felt for his jugular.
Hearts beating fine. She thought. Slow, but fine
Next, she hovered her hand over his nose.
Hmm, breathings fine she thought.
Iraca then peeled back his eyelids, and pull out a small penlight from her back pocket. Then she shone the light in his eyes. After doing so, Duncan’s eyes contracted, as normal. Then they twitched as if looking around.
She smiled. They were going to be just fine.
“Duncan is clean!” she yelled out.
Everyone outside applauded, and Iraca repeated the process on everybody else, just to be thorough. If Duncan turned out to be infected, he eyes would have dilated in the light, which was obviously a bad sign.
After checking everyone, Iraca came outside and reported everyone as clean. None of them were infected in any of the stages.
A split second later, a group of medics with stretchers arrived to carry them back to a medical tent. They explained that they couldn’t go to the hospital, because it was already over-crowded.
They were asked to stay outside, so the group waited several hours, while the doctors did their work until it was almost 6:00 pm. Finally, one of the doctors wearing a surgical mask came outside. Everyone stood up, but he only called Iraca over to come inside.
Both of them walked inside. Iraca quickly noticed the six people laying on cots.
“I picked you so the rest of you wouldn’t knock me to the ground” the doctor said, laughing.
Iraca didn’t find it funny. “Are they going to be alright doctor?”
The doctor nodded. “In terms biologically, yes they are going to be alive. In fact, we couldn’t find anything wrong with them at all. Well, apart from the obvious.”
“What!?” Iraca shouted. “Somethkng has to be wrong! I mean- look at them!”
“I know, I know.” The doctor said. “But we ran numerous tests, checked for external wounds, internal bleeding, past medical records, did blood work-ups,” he took a deep breath. “But we don’t know why this is happening to them… But…”
“But what?” she asked.
The doctor sighed. “I have someone under my responsibility that beliefs he knows what is going on.” he said. “I can let you speak to him you like,”
“Yes! Let me speak to him!” Iraca said.
The doctor called for a name, and soon enough a tall young man man emerged from the woodwork.The doctor then left, probably to attend to other things.
“Your Iraca?” he asked.
“Well take a look at these,” he said, handing her a couple of files. “Those are the tests done by the doctor and I, and I think I know what’s going on,” he said.
“Well, what do you think it is?” asked Iraca, now angry because of all the questions she has been asking.
“Look right here,” the young man said, pointing to a picture of the brain. “We tested for brain signals, because we thought it was impossible for someone to remain conscious but unresponsive let alone a group. Through careful analysis we have determined that the signals in their brains aren’t correlating with their sensory organs, but are functioning normally.”
“Huh?” she asked.
“Ma’am, your friends’ have a form of Absens Ratio or inactive system. Precisely, the condition of inactive accounts.” the man explained.
“Oh my gosh,” she muttered.
The man continued. “The condition is caused by not logging in or remaining active. The symptoms to this condition are cause by not making any decisions such as voting, and normally not commenting on anything aswell. I’m afraid Duncan has the worst of it. His brain signals are the weakest.”
Iraca twitched. This was messed up. Is this guy out of his mind?
“So what do we do?” Iraca asked rhetorically.
The man went over several options but none of them seemed productive. It turned out that they were going to essentially malnourish if they didn’t log back in and comment on a site named Kongregate. Weird.
The man went over even more options but Iraca already knew what she had to do. Oh boy, did she know.
WHAT DO YOU DO
A. Since there is no obvious means of them coming back, you can put them out of their misery. Hey, that’s what happens when you don’t log back in.
B. Send them a text message to their Kongregate account. Maybe they’ll reply or even come back.
C. Let them malnourish…
D. Recruit new players! New players will take over the minds of the victims of Absens Ratio!
E. Come up with something!
Duncan Steel, Joey Quiver, Leo, John Doe, Jake Miller, Mike Clastery