Dust had riddled the surfaces of each object in the office, the taste of stagnant air lingering about in a once closed off room. The particles hitting the ground with the faintest murmur of noise, as if someone was spilling sand onto the ground. The hinges on the door groaned in protest, causing the person pushing it to come to a sudden halt, a hitch in his breath as he stared wide eyes down the hallways, alert a clear written sign throughout his sudden mannerisms. The echo of the door rattled through the building, seeming to go on for ages.
As he brought his hand back slowly from the door, he gripped the rifle in his hands and waited for a moment, his breath still caught in his throat as he patiently stared down different pathways and angles, minimizing his noise as much as possible by crouching low to a kneeling position. He could feel the bits of rubble and sharp glass digging into his flesh from his lowered stance, and halted a moment, blocking out the pain to focus.
A few agonizing minutes of waiting, he let out a slow breath and stood, examining the area with steady patience and deciding it best to leave the door as it is. Another entrance might be available. Holstering his gun, he moved about, making his way around the location with as much effort to see what he could salvage.
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With humans diminishing little by little, giving weigh to new breeds of creatures, the Virr, as the Scientist called it, fed into the limitations of the human body and minimized the brains effects on bodily functions to hold humans back, as well as increasing the blood cell population for restoring injuries. Making stronger people with limits pushed beyond normal, the soldiers, and other people, could survive as a stronger race, handle the harsh weather and diseases, and come back from near death experiences, at the cost of a slightly shortened life span from each fatal injury.
Their bodies grow toughened, muscle structure is expanded and grown to a more appropriate level to match the limit breaking in their bodies to compensate for their newfound strengths, canines extended, eyes seeing into dark, but sensitive to bright lights, and sound and scent easily picked up.
This triggered a strange mindset in human beings, forcing them to become more feral, aggressive, and intelligent. Those who were able to accept this effective new stimulant found themselves to be above humans, and shunned them, or hunted them, and those that bodies couldn't handle the effects, became like the dead, their figures gaunt and hungry, unable to interact with people normally. They rely on their primitive instincts, and some even shaped to different types. Though those ones had yet to be reported , or have yet to return from their expeditions.
There is no cure for this yet. And those that would seek the cure once, now see it as a return to their weakened state of human beings. The Virr Blight, as people call it, will be a coin flip chance between strength, and damnation in their own bodies and minds.
As he brought his hand back slowly from the door, he gripped the rifle in his hands and waited for a moment, his breath still caught in his throat as he patiently stared down different pathways and angles, minimizing his noise as much as possible by crouching low to a kneeling position. He could feel the bits of rubble and sharp glass digging into his flesh from his lowered stance, and halted a moment, blocking out the pain to focus.
A few agonizing minutes of waiting, he let out a slow breath and stood, examining the area with steady patience and deciding it best to leave the door as it is. Another entrance might be available. Holstering his gun, he moved about, making his way around the location with as much effort to see what he could salvage.
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With humans diminishing little by little, giving weigh to new breeds of creatures, the Virr, as the Scientist called it, fed into the limitations of the human body and minimized the brains effects on bodily functions to hold humans back, as well as increasing the blood cell population for restoring injuries. Making stronger people with limits pushed beyond normal, the soldiers, and other people, could survive as a stronger race, handle the harsh weather and diseases, and come back from near death experiences, at the cost of a slightly shortened life span from each fatal injury.
Their bodies grow toughened, muscle structure is expanded and grown to a more appropriate level to match the limit breaking in their bodies to compensate for their newfound strengths, canines extended, eyes seeing into dark, but sensitive to bright lights, and sound and scent easily picked up.
This triggered a strange mindset in human beings, forcing them to become more feral, aggressive, and intelligent. Those who were able to accept this effective new stimulant found themselves to be above humans, and shunned them, or hunted them, and those that bodies couldn't handle the effects, became like the dead, their figures gaunt and hungry, unable to interact with people normally. They rely on their primitive instincts, and some even shaped to different types. Though those ones had yet to be reported , or have yet to return from their expeditions.
There is no cure for this yet. And those that would seek the cure once, now see it as a return to their weakened state of human beings. The Virr Blight, as people call it, will be a coin flip chance between strength, and damnation in their own bodies and minds.
