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Pathogen: The Infected (Draft Copy)

Pathogen: The Infected (Draft Copy)

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 Pathogen: The Infected Pathogen: The Infected Pathogen: The Infected Pathogen: The Infected
 
A storytelling game of biological horror
 
 
 Pathogen: The Infected Pathogen: The Infected Pathogen: The Infected Pathogen: The InfectedAdam J. Thaxton
 
 Prologue: Body Heat
 
 Introduction
 
 1 : Outbreak
 
 2 : Infection(Character)
 
 3 : Mutation(Special Rules)
 
 4 : Evolution(Storytelling & Antagonists)
 
 
 World of Darkness
 
 Pathogen: the Infected Pathogen: the Infected Pathogen: the Infected Pathogen: the Infected
 
Heat.
 
The office was stuffy; warmth was filling Will's core as he watched Susan go over the net from last week.He needed a drink. Glancing around quickly, he noticed the others around the table working with collars and huffing in the air. A look at Susan revealed she was chipper as ever. Pursing her lips, she looked up at the thermostat and walked over to the plastic box.
 
She turned the heat up.
 
He coughed once, and she looked back at him, nodding, and went back to her figures. She tapped the chart a few more times until one of the men raised his hand, the lights casting a visible sheen on his forehead.
 
"Miss Carter, is that all for today?" he asked.
 
She fixed him with a gaze that could have frozen mercury, and he slumped back to his legal pad. A bead of sweat dropped onto Will's own packet as he faded away. She'd thought to make them out of plastic,like she'd planned this.
 
"Mister Masterson?" he heard her say.
 
He squinted and looked up.
 
"Please pay attention at the next meeting," she growled, narrowing her lips.
 
"Does that mean?" he began, watching the other men get up.
 
"Yes, I'm done here," she nodded, staking up her papers.
 
He breathed a sigh of relief. If he never saw another efficiency expert again, it would be too soon. She walked over to his chair, running her hand over the back as he got up. She rubbed her fingers together.
 
"Sweat much?" she asked.
 
"Well," he said, looking for a way out, "it was pretty hot in here, you know." 
 
"Really?" she wandered to the thermostat, "it's set at seventy-five." 
 
He took in a breath. She walked out, humming to herself. He snatched up his packet and hurried back to his desk. Lifting a hand to the ducts, he took note of the now-cool air blowing through, and sat down to finish his work.
 
At the end of the day, he called out to Watkins for an early leave and punched out when he got his permission. The parking garage was dim, the light for elevator three flickering. The tapped the bulb with his finger briefly, and the light flared.
 

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