"Dating back to the 1900's our scientists here at Life Inc. have been conducting research on the Half-Life project. A system of reasearch units designed to create the worlds perfect human being. Minor tests on the Fetus of Pregnant woman have been conducted, but so far have shown no signs of progressing.

In the past eight weeks we have gone through one break through, a serum, that may hold promise for us. Details are not known on the serum yet, as it has only been tested on sick or crippled animals, but I hold hope for our future."

two-weeks Later:

" Out of the sixteen pregnant women that we have tested to far only ten of the fetus have shown a difference in growth. Some already developing way past the stage they should be at. And some, even growing at a rate that may be hazardous to their mothers. If things progress any further the unborn children will have to be removed surgically from the mothers womb, as to not cause harm to the women.

The serum is also progressing, nearly ready for human test trials. It is said to cure many diseases, though nothing close to Cancer, it will be able to cure at least fifty percent of the worlds main diseases."

Three months later:

". . . . . . . . . . . . What have we don---" Tape stops here after the sound of a scream is heard.


Seventeen Years Later. . . .


Plot: The Sh*t really has hit the fan, so to speak of course. After Life Inc. was destroyed someone managed to get a hold of the "Serum" developed to cure diseases. Unluckily for them the vial holding the serum broke open, and once that happened a week later the idiot began to cough up blood. The serum does not cure anything, it makes everything worse. Like one big package of disease wrapped into one bottle. Very few people are immune, and they do not even know they are immune.

No, this Serum does not turn you into a Zombie once it kills you. It simply just kills you. Though slowly and painfully of course. Another thing being that it is also extremely contagious. Now, Seventeen years after this happens the world is nothing more then a peice of sh*t wasting away. Very few people remain, among those few are even more infected people. All over the news it is said there is a cure, but every time its almost found it slips away.

In truth, there is no cure, and never will be. Life Inc. Made sure of that. Anyways, that really isn't the point. Point is there are those who are immune. Even if they do not know it. One good thing that the Half-life project did was create ten children who would be able to survive through this deadly apocolypse. Now, those ten survivors have set out for the same goal, find a place to survive.
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Roles:

The Ten Kids: (The immune ones that do not know they are immune. They are stronger then most, and some are faster and more senseful, but they do not know what they are.)
1. Kinley Swift
2. Reserve
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Other Survivors: (Not immune)
1. Jenna Roads
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RULES:
No godmodding.
No Powerplaying.
No being a di*k to anybody
Please post at least a paragraph (5-8 sentances long)
Post at least once a week.
None of the characters know each other, but will travel together from the beggining.
Do not control any other characters.
Reservations last 24 hours.
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Character Skeletons: (These are feilds that should be included somewhere in your sheet, not all of them have to be used.)

Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Sex:
Sexual Orientation:
Police/Criminal/Legal record:
Social Class: Upper class, middle class, lower class.
Birth date:
Posture:
Build:
Hair:
Eyes:
Face: Face shape, ears, nose, mouth.
Tattoos/Scars: Optional.
Glasses/Contacts: Optional.
Left/Right handed:
Clothing:
Accessories: Optional.