A biological hazard or biohazard is a biological substance that poses a threat to (primarily) human health. This can include medical waste, samples of a micro organism, virus or toxin (from a biological source) that can impact human health. It can also include substances harmful to animals. The term and its associated symbol is generally used as a warning, so that those potentially exposed to the substances will know to take precautions. There is also a biohazard HCS/WHMIS logo which utilizes the same symbol. Virus Biohazard June 12th 2010 After working on a new bacteria to use in a chemical industry to hopefully kill off other lethal diseases something goes terribly wrong when one of the scientists becomes infected with a newly developed toxin. He begins to change and mutate. The scientists working with him run test upon test trying to find a cure. But the infected scientist soon becomes aggressive in his behaviour patterns and lashes out and bites another scientist. Within a week the whole base has become infected. The Government soon send in the army and organise a full lockdown. However one escaped. Once the government realise they have no cure for the infected they cleanse the enter complex by burning the infected. Again scientists return to study the data recorded. The Escaped infected survivor re-appears in the city of New York. The Military launch troops across the streets but fail to secure the infected soon becoming infected themselves. Within two weeks the Military are sent in to secure the city limits and block all routes in and out. But soon it becomes noted by the Government that Virus has spread further a field. Within three months the United States of America has become a state of emergency and quarantined itself off. The President is forced to evacuate the state of Washington DC. Unfortunately he becomes infected. Within a further three months the Virus becomes airborne. The infected become deformed. It kills off much of a persons brain form reducing them to cannibalistic animals. Once bitten by these infected people the virus spreads through the body within 2 hours of infection. Within weeks the Virus spreads through to Canada and south America eventually spreading across to Europe and the United Kingdom. After a period of 2 months the Virus dies out from being airborne. Survivors emerge to a world very different to the one the grew up in. Terrorist cells begin to roam. In certain areas there are Military camps taking in refugees. There appears to be no known government. July 12th 2012. What’s left of NATO command stationed near Paris decide to move into the city in full force. Once inside the find large to small groups of survivors. The Command quickly orders the city sealed off. And begins cleaning the streets from dead bodies and engaging those cannibalistic roamers. Its also discovered that global communication is lost, after the main bases are plagued by the infected destroying everything in their path. August 12th 2012 Paris has been completely cleansed and the science team has been moved into a new laboratory now heavily guarded and testing begun’s on the survivors. Within a week the survivors have been tested and cleared from infection. 2 weeks later more cannibalistic infected attack the cities boundaries the military repel them. One is wounded and after a days worth of observation from his characteristics they decide to capture him and bring him to the laboratory. Its discovered he is a carrier of the virus. Unfortunately he is killed after he bites the medical person running tests on him. as is the medical officer. It’s then decided that another must be brought back for further testing in order to help save humanity September 12th 2012 The Military begin sending out small groups to search across France and further to find a carrier. Hence the biggest man hunt in human history begins. October 12th 2012 Its discovered that out of every 5,000 infected one is a carrier. These carriers are important because they a the only answer to a cure. The Military survivors have secured certain areas especially science laboratories. December 12th 2012 The terrorists begin to attack military held instillations. Marking a new war of terror. Outside in the cities and across the country sides the infected roam. 12th March 2013 The Military begin recruiting anyone willing to help in the quest for the individuals who hold the key to the cure (The Carriers.) Single people emerge prepared to help take on the task of going out in search of such infected carriers. They are told the first sign is these infected individuals are rational, and can be communicated with. The game. Head out in search of such individuals who carry the cure within their blood stream. The starting location in France Paris. The city has been heavily fortified by NATO forces. And a large laboratory is positioned within the now cleansed city to do tests and examinations of the virus. The rumour is the Virus could morph and adapt further. One fear is the Virus could become airborne again. It’s imperative that a carrier is found so a cure can be created Examples of characters: Soldier, Sniper, Bounty Hunter, Mercenary, Scientist. You may carry only two weapons. No laser guns its still a projectile weaponry world. Profile Name Age Sex Skill Occupation Weapons In the game players will be searching through the cities or country depending on which direction you decide to take, and will be looking for a carrier. A carrier is a person who has been bitten by one of the infected people but unlike the others a carrier doesn't turn into an infected. They retain their humanity, but still carry the the virus in their blood stream. If they bite anyone the people they bite will turn. The carriers carry in them a cure. The players can either choose to play together or work solitarily. You have a range of weapons etc. And your skills range from every day skills etc kickboxer, sniper, and runner, strong. And weapons can be anything from a gimpy machine gun to a baseball bat. your character is aloud two. Also added into the equation are the terrorist cells. They are like Taliban they want you dead no matter what the problem. .
Name- Victor Praellis Age- 37 Sex- Male Skill- Close range combat, marksmanship, knives Occupation- French Foreign Legion, assigned with NATO Weapons- FAMAS and .40 Glock
Profile: Name: Special Agent Natalia Grace Age: 30 Sex: Female Skill: Psychology (know thy enemy), shooting accurately (modern sharp shooter), recon missions, boxing (loves to take out stress on the boxing bag) Occupation: A member of the American special forces, an American spy. Weapons: A machine gun and a pistol (her favorite)
Profile Name: Kale Motgomery Age: 29 Sex: male Skill: strong with great eyesight Occupation: Bounty Hunter Weapons: A very powerful handgun and a curved knife
Profile Name;; Kateja Bequem (Caught-E-Yah Bick-Fame) Age;; 18 Sex;; Female Skill;; High energy levels, Calm in the toughest situations, kick-boxing. Occupation;; German Mercenary Weapons; Crossbow, handgun.
Name: Muramashi Roku Age: 25 Sex: Male Skill: Kenjutsu (Japanese art of the sword), lock-picking, spying, psychology, acting, gambling. Occupation: Japanese Mercenary Weapons: A handgun and a modified katana.
Name-Ainadika Age-23 Sex-Female Skill-extremely agile acrobat, and a certified Ninja, specializes in martial arts, and is a Parkour specialist Occupation-Undercover specialist Scientist Weapons-2 .5 mm gun (doesn’t believe in heavy weapons), four catridges.
ok this games ready for play. Have fun people. To new Joiners you can join at anytime the game is open ended.
God, I hate it here. Paris, France. Such a dirty town. When wasn’t it though? I was talking to myself again, or at least thinking to myself again. Dangerous to do in this town. The infection was spreading faster and faster as the time went on. It was broad daylight right now, which was the best time to move around. Not many fools would move during the night. I put my sniper rifle back in its case and looked down from the Eiffel Tower. Heaven’s it was high. Never was a fan of heights, though it was safer than being on the ground, for any case. Good point to scope out for the Carriers. London was having troubles as well. I pulled a small phone from my pocket and pressed one, talk. No voicemail. I was half expecting a call from any of the survivors that I had been in contact with. “Oh well, I guess.” I hung up and put it away. I looked up at the sky and noticed it was around 19:00. The clock on my phone worked, but the sun was safer to test time. “Time to hide.” I said to myself. I grabbed my case that held my weapon and moved towards the zip-line repeal rope I had attached to several parts of the tower. Faster than an elevator, by far.
I came to quick, abrupt stop sending the dust particles flying, blocking my view. I grinned, they wouldn’t like it if I did that. I watched and waited as the dust cleared showing a deserted city. I frowned. That’s how most of the cities were, quiet. So eerily quiet. I ran my fingers on my car door. An old jeep, good for what we needed to do. I had made it even better for the job with a few changes. I had reinforced the side with titanium, never sure of what those buggers would do. I had put seats on the back of it, just in case we met more people on the way. I opened the jeep door, and took a step out, my boots getting covered with a small film of dust. The hard ground felt good as I stretched my feet. I took my gun out, placing it on the dashboard as I sat back in my seat. I quickly took a cigarette out, and lit it. I breathed the smoke in, and waited for her.
I cleared the last of the shrubs and walked out into the open. A beat-up black safari stood in the clearing. The driver door as open and I could see a leg dangling out. I started walking toards the jeep, but started coughing when a wiff of smoke enveloped me. I caught my breath and leaned inside the door, snatched the cigarette, threw it to the ground, and crushed it. "How, many times have I told you smoking is bad for for you Kim??" I glared at her. She shifted guiltily. I walked to the other side and slipped into the passenger seat. She started the car, and drove it through the dust down the other side of the car-track. "You called him up?" I asked, when we pulled into the highway. She shook her head. I lost my temper, "Speak for goodness sake Kim, this way ain't going to get you anywhere-" I was about about to comtinue when I noticed that we were being followed. I took out my cell phone. No use scaring Kim, I'd have to talk to him myself. I pressed speed dial, and waited as his phone started ringing.
Why do they always call when I’m repelling? I pulled out my phone and answered it, holding on to the rope and my case as safely as I could. “Go.” “Being followed, hurry.” “Street?” “Main.” “Got it.” I hung up. Simple, fast, effective. Can’t waist time. I leaned back, setting the case on my chest, opening it to pull out my sniper rifle. Once I had the weapon and bullets that I could pocket, I threw the case. A few hundred feet wouldn’t hurt it, I hoped. I swung around and looked through the scope. Main street…main street. Fourth was filling up. Damn shadows. If the darkness wasn’t bad enough, why the shadows now? Must be really dark down there. “Where are you?...” Found ya. The jeep was rolling fast, passing house by house, being followed. You’re kidding me.” There were too many to shoot singly. They would need to get to the open. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a long bullet that had a red dispenser in the back. I loaded it and aimed. This was risky, more for my friends than for those things. I shot, the bullet traveling hundreds of meters a second until it hit the side of a building about 20 feet from the jeep. A bright explosion sent screams through the air, loud enough for them to be heard from where I was, which was an astounding amount of meters. Eat sun, bitches. My phone rang once more. I reached for it and opened. “Location?” “Eiffel Tower, on the rope.” “Be there in fifteen.” “Over.” “Oh, Aaron?” “Yeah.” “I’m going to kick your ass for that.”
I frowned as the side of a building exploded, sending debree in all directions. I quickly took a turn. We had to get to the Eiffle Tower, fun. I quickly slid her my gun. "Two, better then one." I said with a grin, pushing my foot hard on the gas pedal. I took another turn, and could see the tower just meters away. I took the moment to look back, there were only a few left. I made a quick stop, spinning the car to face the beasts. I quickly grabbed for my crossbow, loaded it with a pros speed, and shot the nearest one in the head. "Get in!" I yelled, quickly loading my crossbow and shooting another one in the head. It fell down as I heard movement in the back of the seats. I quickly hit the gas pedal, and spun the car around, heading the opposite way, dropping my crossbow next to my seat.
It took me a moment to rearrange myself enough to start my repell again. I could see the jeep coming up quickly. They would be very angry if I didn't meet them. There was still a few following them. I slid down the rope and unhooked myself. The case was completly destroyed, so I left it. I ran with my gun in hand, towards the jeep that was spinning around. I heard her, but I didn't reply. I jumped into the back, stood up, and aimed. We were on the move very quickly. Shoot and run, a great time.
I was fuming mad. He'd made matters worse. That explosion had warned them that we knew they're following us. I was going to get back at that guy for that. I leaned out of the window to check if we were still being followed. We were. By wanna-be who obviously wanted to be a part of the fun. I grinned. If fun is what he wants. I fired both guns at the same time, and though the impact unsettled me for a minute, it made it's mark. The next thing I knew, the guy was rolling into the ditch. I grinned truimphantly. Then I turned. He was there, seated in the back-seat. I marveled at his looks once more. But this time there was a certain matureness that hadn't been there the last time. His eyes had sunken into hollowness, the childishness was gone, and I could see haunts of the past in them. I could see living solo had unnerved him though he ouldn't admit it. I sighed. If only he'd taken my advised and moved with me. I would have had a brother. And he would have been properly cared for. I wondered what he'd been doing for the past on year. "You angry at me?" he sounded a little guilty. "No, I'm not," I said. He raised his eye-brow questioningly. "Ok, maybe a little." I admitted. It made me smile. Apart from his macho image, he just really was a kid inside, who'd never got any love. I'd have to get him out of his shell. He'd opened up the last time. But I wondered if he would now. There had been a lot many things that had changed. Like Kim for instance. I'd met her at a base camp too, on a mission some 3 months ago, where she'd been taken captive. Though, she too, like him, had refused my offer to move with me. I sighed. Noone wanted my care. Just then Kim glanced up at the rear-view mirror. She saw Aaron. And her mouth dropped open. I grinned. This was going to be fun.
My mouth dropped, but I quickly closed it and blushed looking away. Damnit. He was good looking, that was for sure. Distractions, thats all he was. A useful distraction, I gave small grin. She handed me my gun back as I slowly went to a normal speed. "I'm Kateja." I said, giving the man in the back a wave , "But call me Kim." "Aaron" he said, with a wave back, as I looked through the rear view mirror. I nodded. Aaron the distractment. Lovely. I took a turn, we were headed for the safe house. Just momentarily. Then it would be time to go out hunting. I grabbed a cigarette, ignoring the look from Aina, and lit it. I breathed in, with a huge grin on my face.
Name: Charlie Age: 23 Sex: Female Skill: Mentally unstable. Kind of warped when it comes to good and evil. She was a gymnast and knows street fighting and some martial arts. Occupation: Bounty Hunter Weapons: Two 9mm pistols.
Charlie stared at her reflection in the dusty, cracked mirror. Her short, choppy blonde hair was a mess, as always. The pink highlights were starting to fade. “Need to get more hair dye.” She wrapped the thick straps of cartridge holders over her shoulders and around her waste, then pulled on her favorite fingerless black gloves. She grabbed her guns out of the sink and slung them over her hips before waltzing out of the dinky bathroom and into the gas station store. Almost everything was gone from the shelves except for a few random magazines. She checked the register to see if the machines still worked. Surprising they did. “Give Charlie some gas pleeeeaase.” She pressed a few buttons and then began whistling as she walked out to her jeep and flipped open the gas cap. “Damn French. Whatever happened to good old American? Does anyone remember how many Euros equals a Dollar? Geez. Eenie meenie minie mo!” She jammed the gas pump into the jeep and continued whistling. She suddenly perked at the sound of gunshots in the distance. “Oh you did not just start the fun without me!” She yanked the pump out of the car, jammed the cap back in place and hopped into the drivers seat. The engine roared to life as Charlie gave a hollar of excitement. She slammed the gas pedal and drove off down the road towards the Eiffel tower.
I stopped laughing when we slammed to a stop suddenly. "What-??" I stared at Kim. From the corner of my eye I could see Aaron was surprised too. She nodded at the rear-view mirror. I looked And stared. Parked at an odd angle behind us, was a car, and sitting in that car was a girl with the oddest hair. Blonde with fading pink highlights. Aaron started to get out of the car, but I caught hold of his sleeve. "Let me handle this," I said. He nodded but got out all the same. I got out of the jeep, Aaron following me, Kim behind him and walked over to the driver's end and opened the door. "Just who the hell do you think you are and what exactly are you following us for?"
Paris. It was supposed to be the city of marvels; of romance. Yeah right. I scanned the ground from the vantage point of a tall tower. There were two cars near each other, with three women and a man fighting...well, arguing. I could see, but they couldn't evidently, a host of those things heading towards them. I grabbed my pistol and unsheathed my katana. "Well, here goes," I leapt from the tower to the ground below. Ok, it really wasn't a tower....it was a junk heap. But it was tall! Anyways, I jumped, holding my katana in front of me and screaming incoherently. No doubt I made quite a sight.
Suddenly I heard screaming, and I shot my eyes in the direction of the sound. I gasped, my cigarette falling from my mouth. There was a young man charging with a large sword. I quickly grabbed my bow gun, and put my arrow carrier on my shoulder, and patted my gun in it’s holder on my leg, making sure it was there. I looked in the direction the boy had been running and my eyes went wide. A huge group of them. I quickly stomped my cigarette out. “Holy crap.” I yelled, “Aaron! Aina! LOOK!” I yelled. I quickly loaded the crossbow, aiming expertly for the closest ones head. I got a direct hit as it fell to the ground. “Maybe it’s time to get out of here.” I said, jumping into the car as I heard gunshots, “You guys shoot, I’ll drive.” I looked over at the other Jeep, hoping they would follow. “Hey you!” I screamed as I put my crossbow down and sat in the drivers seat, yelling at the man with the sword, “Jump in!” I quickly handed Aina my gun again and sped the opposite direction of the group of the beasts coming towards us.
Crazy women sometimes. As much fun as it was to scope out the area around Paris, it wasn’t funny to see a guy with a sword, charging the shadows to attack them. I’ll admit, I would do it to if I had a cool katana; but nevertheless, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere close to those things to try and swing. Their strength was immense and their speed as far too swift to want to play. I was shooting at them with my handgun when he jumped in and Kim spun around, speeding up to our safe house. It was getting really late. If we let the sun get any lower, we’d be doom.
I started abusing myself under my breath. How could I have been so careless? I should have known. I'd been in this business for 5 years now. I was senior for God's sake. And I'd been carried away. I should have seen this coming. Running away meant being followed. Being followed equated, attaching which lead to stalkers, and stalkers meant attacks. I'm so stupid. I looked back as we came to a standstill in front of the safehouse. F**k, that woman. I'd forgotten about her. And she now knew where we were staying. But I know it was less dangerous letting her go than keeping her captive. "You can go," I told her, when she came over. To my surprise I could see hurt flickering over her face. She looked so familiar. Sort of like another Charlie I'd known. But that Charlie had been American, and this was French. And that Charlie was dead. "You don't understand English?" I snarled, angry at her for bringing back the old memories. "You want me to speak in French?" "Of course I understand English." she said. "I'm American. Only, I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me."
