Question - which animals can be affected?
Can insects like mosquitoes infect us if animals can be affected. For example - a fish that eats the moquisto, then is eaten by a human
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Saturday, 04/05, 2012
0712 hours
Cosmetic surgery Clinic ( breast reconstructive surgery )
Latitude:34.058423°
Longitude:-118.411448°
Century City, Ca, USA
“Beverly Hills”
"Doctor Zimmerman, Your wife is on the phone, she says it’s urgent, Sir” The intercom spoke out. It was karen’s voice that came over the intercom as she was LVN acting as the receptionist for the center as the others were in surgery.
“ Fine...John, can you close up for me, please?” Dr. zimmerman asked
“ Yes, Doctor” John said as he started close up procedures and began to place the sutures on the left breast as the Dr left the room.
Music played in the background for the CD player / Radio as usual as john quickly finished up to send the patient to the recovery room. It was almost at the two hour mark for the surgery and the morning was far from over. After john was cleaning up he decided to use the male shower instead and take his time.
“John!, John!” Karen yelled
“ What!... I’m in the shower” John yelled out
“ Dr Zimmerman left us...John he just left us and said good luck”
“What?!” john turned the shower head off and grabbed for his towel as karen entered the bathroom “ John, what are we going to do?”
“Awhh... I don’t know. Maybe do my job and go to work. Have you ever tried that karen?”
“Your such a fuckin ass” Karen rolled her eyes
“ Do you mind?, I would like to get dressed in peace, please”. John retorted back with sarcasm
“ Fine, then you can die here and I will not feel sorry for your ass after I leave!”
John held his wet towel, then tucked it in so that was snug around him. “ What are you talking about?” John asked but a little bit more concerned.
“Mrs Z called about an emergency and then Dr. Z changed the waiting room T.V. to the news about “scatamo” or something like that.
“ scatamo.... you mean where your field of vision is blurry and dark?”
“ NO!.... AUGH!!!” Karen “ YOU get dressed and I’ll be right back”.
John began to get dressed and had at least his scrub bottoms, underwear, socks and wife beater on before karen appeared again. “ What does S-C-A-T-A-N-A mean then Mr. military man” Karen crossed her arms against her chest and pursed her lips with a “um-hum, yeah”
“SCATANA is a military term used for National Defense..... September 11th was the last time that it was used, Shit!” John grabbed his shoes and ran out to the waiting room that was empty.
John watched the T.V. as news report kept changing and the world seemed to slowly decay. “ Go home Karen” He ordered “ Ok, but what about Ms Diaz in recovery?”
“When she wakes up... nevermind, wake her up and get her out the door, NOW!”
“Ok..Ok..” Karen said as she turned to walk down to the pyxis meds machine. John tried to call his Neighbor but all he got was a busy signal. “Damn it”
But then his phone rang and he answered it “ Hello? “ “ John, oh my god you finally answer the phone, I’m on my way to your house with a friend that is hurt bad” “ Jenny, I’m leaving work now--” the phone cut off “Damn it” john cursed again “ John Ms diaz doesn’t look that she can drive” Karen said “ Ok, you go HOME, riots are statin but other weird things are
going on. Don’t stop for anyone, got that?” John reinforced to karen.
John ransacked the office for just about everything that he could take and put into his Land rover. He couldn’t see out the back and had to use only his side mirrors. While going through his bosses desk he found a 9mm pistol in the company safe with a holster.
After using the freight elevator and helping Ms Diaz who was wrapped in a blanket and could barely stand, let alone walk to the land rover. John was met by another tenant from the building after placing Ms diaz into the vehicle. “Can you help me? I need to get home. “ The man asked “Nope, sorry” john answered “ Then I’m sorry that I’m going to take your vehicle then” the man said as he pulled out a knife. “ Don’t do this, please” John said “ I’ve got kids at home and a wife, I’m so sorry about this” “Me too” said john as he displayed the pistol “ look for someone else...good luck”.
John’s drive home as filled with close misses, overturned cars and people shooting at random people. I normal one and a half hour trip turned into four hours to get back to home. Ms Diaz moaned and cried in her sleep all the way.
Saturday, 04/05, 2012
1149 hours
Blackwell’s Ranch
Latitude:34.440090°
Longitude:-118.306973°
Santa Clarita, Ca, USA
“soledad canyon”
0712 hours
Cosmetic surgery Clinic ( breast reconstructive surgery )
Latitude:34.058423°
Longitude:-118.411448°
Century City, Ca, USA
“Beverly Hills”
"Doctor Zimmerman, Your wife is on the phone, she says it’s urgent, Sir” The intercom spoke out. It was karen’s voice that came over the intercom as she was LVN acting as the receptionist for the center as the others were in surgery.
“ Fine...John, can you close up for me, please?” Dr. zimmerman asked
“ Yes, Doctor” John said as he started close up procedures and began to place the sutures on the left breast as the Dr left the room.
Music played in the background for the CD player / Radio as usual as john quickly finished up to send the patient to the recovery room. It was almost at the two hour mark for the surgery and the morning was far from over. After john was cleaning up he decided to use the male shower instead and take his time.
“John!, John!” Karen yelled
“ What!... I’m in the shower” John yelled out
“ Dr Zimmerman left us...John he just left us and said good luck”
“What?!” john turned the shower head off and grabbed for his towel as karen entered the bathroom “ John, what are we going to do?”
“Awhh... I don’t know. Maybe do my job and go to work. Have you ever tried that karen?”
“Your such a fuckin ass” Karen rolled her eyes
“ Do you mind?, I would like to get dressed in peace, please”. John retorted back with sarcasm
“ Fine, then you can die here and I will not feel sorry for your ass after I leave!”
John held his wet towel, then tucked it in so that was snug around him. “ What are you talking about?” John asked but a little bit more concerned.
“Mrs Z called about an emergency and then Dr. Z changed the waiting room T.V. to the news about “scatamo” or something like that.
“ scatamo.... you mean where your field of vision is blurry and dark?”
“ NO!.... AUGH!!!” Karen “ YOU get dressed and I’ll be right back”.
John began to get dressed and had at least his scrub bottoms, underwear, socks and wife beater on before karen appeared again. “ What does S-C-A-T-A-N-A mean then Mr. military man” Karen crossed her arms against her chest and pursed her lips with a “um-hum, yeah”
“SCATANA is a military term used for National Defense..... September 11th was the last time that it was used, Shit!” John grabbed his shoes and ran out to the waiting room that was empty.
John watched the T.V. as news report kept changing and the world seemed to slowly decay. “ Go home Karen” He ordered “ Ok, but what about Ms Diaz in recovery?”
“When she wakes up... nevermind, wake her up and get her out the door, NOW!”
“Ok..Ok..” Karen said as she turned to walk down to the pyxis meds machine. John tried to call his Neighbor but all he got was a busy signal. “Damn it”
But then his phone rang and he answered it “ Hello? “ “ John, oh my god you finally answer the phone, I’m on my way to your house with a friend that is hurt bad” “ Jenny, I’m leaving work now--” the phone cut off “Damn it” john cursed again “ John Ms diaz doesn’t look that she can drive” Karen said “ Ok, you go HOME, riots are statin but other weird things are
going on. Don’t stop for anyone, got that?” John reinforced to karen.
John ransacked the office for just about everything that he could take and put into his Land rover. He couldn’t see out the back and had to use only his side mirrors. While going through his bosses desk he found a 9mm pistol in the company safe with a holster.
After using the freight elevator and helping Ms Diaz who was wrapped in a blanket and could barely stand, let alone walk to the land rover. John was met by another tenant from the building after placing Ms diaz into the vehicle. “Can you help me? I need to get home. “ The man asked “Nope, sorry” john answered “ Then I’m sorry that I’m going to take your vehicle then” the man said as he pulled out a knife. “ Don’t do this, please” John said “ I’ve got kids at home and a wife, I’m so sorry about this” “Me too” said john as he displayed the pistol “ look for someone else...good luck”.
John’s drive home as filled with close misses, overturned cars and people shooting at random people. I normal one and a half hour trip turned into four hours to get back to home. Ms Diaz moaned and cried in her sleep all the way.
Saturday, 04/05, 2012
1149 hours
Blackwell’s Ranch
Latitude:34.440090°
Longitude:-118.306973°
Santa Clarita, Ca, USA
“soledad canyon”
test map
Name: John C. Blackwell
Nickname: Pappa Doc
Age: 48
Personality:he lives in a world of facts and concrete needs. he constantly is scanning his personal environment to make sure that everything is running smoothly and systematically. He will honor traditions and laws, and have a clear set of standards and beliefs. He expect the same of others, and have no patience or understanding of individuals who do not value these systems.
Appearance:
Occupation before outbreak: Retired Military Nurse, Occupational Health Nurse for BSNF railroads and part time wanna be farmer.
Weapons and other supplies: His dog, Horse, two mules, weapons, handloading equipment, food, water, etc
Background & History:
Trains, Trains, trains!....
John feel in love with trains as a child and getting his stream operator’s license was a big deal to a 17 year old back then. John started his career in the Marine Corps at the age of 17 (falsely enlisted ) and served in the Force Recon Battalion with 1st Division at area 25 on Camp Pendleton. After several years he transferred to the Army as a medic with the 5th SFG (ABN) . After his divorce he left active duty and was into the reserves until his life changed for the better. After Warrant Officer school, John volunteered for conflicts overseas, took classes and spent another 12 years defining himself. His last several years lead him to yet another new chapter of his life but this time it was closing the military side of his life and looking for service for his community. John traveled for a bit, saw places that he visited during conflicts but now on a more personal level. Returning home to the United States and retiring was bittersweet as he didn’t know what do with his new found freedom.
With the money that he saved during his time with the military, he purchased a small 180+ farm in Acton, Ca and started to raise a self sufficient, diversified farm. Now with his horse and several mules, John now spends his time tending to the fields, raising his herds of meat & dairy cows, dealing with a few goats, pigs and lots of chickens!. The farm keeps him tied to the land right now but John always finds time to ride his horse or mules in the canyon to escape the pressures of the City.
John started a some extra curricular activities that he enjoys are such as the Ren - Faires, SCA, Doomsday prepping, HAM radios and reenactments of different time periods. John still moon light a few nights a month for a Doctor friend in Century City for the more affluent hospital types as a Charge nurse. This helps out alot with the farm bills and his eclectic habits until the farm becomes truly self sufficient. John tinkers with reenactment vehicles ( W.W. II and some current ) and has weapons in a gun safe. John thinks like a survivalist but has learned over the years that it will not get him a second date so he doesn’t talk about it much. His fascination of train comes from his current job and childhood time in Washington, D.C.’s
Union Station.
What are their personal goals relating to outbreak: Survive the mess that has fallen the world, help feed his group, clothe, shelter and teach them the skill needed to survive.
Anything else you think we should know: John lives in a converted railcar on his property
http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/train-car-home-in-portland-81913
150.00 per month
The “K” line on the property has a gate and additional siding to park other rolling stock like his junk (gear), tool shop, crane, boxcars, refer, water tender and and more usable junk.
he has a well water, electrical, a safe, faraday cage with radios, several portable generators ( he is a doom prepper ), refrigerators, compressors, etc.
The animals live in stalls, his vehicles are in / out of the barn ( has rooms as well ) and several military trucks (5 tons, 20 ton) and different trailers (water buffalo, K-12 (mobile kitchen) right outside the barn is the hydroponic area with greenhouse (tilapia fish and catfish are used)
Writing sample: [SPOILER="testing"]
Terra Planeta, F-13 Sector, Sparks Mine, 15°C, 3222J, Local-Day 142/222, 02:13/80hrs
Xavier barely had time to call for his son before something hard hit him in the back and everything disappeared, there was certainly pain involved but it was hard to pinpoint any particular location like a tiresome ache that crossed his entire body.
Slowly the merchant’s vision began to return showing him a blurry haze of activity, his ears registered muffled sounds and he could feel himself falling, swimming, sliding in various directions that all eventually merged onto a single objective… forwards.
Dragging the old man down the tunnel Oleg looked over at Mr. Barnes, the physician wasn’t particularly happy about being called away from the warehouse to tend to a single stunned patient even if Sparks had designated him as a priority. During the chaos unleashed from the volley of stun grenades one of the mercenaries had shot himself in the leg with a bolt and another had shot someone else, there were plenty of burns and bleeding to attend as well resulting from close proximity to the exploding devices.
Not wanting to waste any more time the physician ordered Giles be dropped in Sparks’ office since it was empty and began a quick examination of the recovering yet still groggy merchant pulling off his coat and shirt while the enforcer held him up. A nasty bruise was already forming where a grenade had hit Giles in the back but otherwise he was unharmed, more or less, Barnes made some curious notions to the black lines running all across Xavier’s torso… he’d never seen the like before.
Sutures of Valkyrie design the sticky binding agent was used universally to hold skin, flesh and bone together after surgery which the physician gathered since he recognized the pattern albeit usually done with stitches not whatever kind of glue the black stuff appeared to be. Barnes had no idea just how extensive the doctor’s surgeries had been though and wasn’t particularly interested in finding out at the moment, he had other priorities.
Leaving Giles resting comfortably in one of the office’s armchairs Barnes and Oleg returned to their previous tasks, Tom and the little synth girl had both fallen from the grenade attack so they would not be joining him.
Giles Xavier would find himself alone in the underground… at least it was quiet there. [/SPOILER]
Name: John C. Blackwell
Nickname: Pappa Doc
Age: 48
Personality:he lives in a world of facts and concrete needs. he constantly is scanning his personal environment to make sure that everything is running smoothly and systematically. He will honor traditions and laws, and have a clear set of standards and beliefs. He expect the same of others, and have no patience or understanding of individuals who do not value these systems.
Appearance:
Occupation before outbreak: Retired Military Nurse, Occupational Health Nurse for BSNF railroads and part time wanna be farmer.
Weapons and other supplies: His dog, Horse, two mules, weapons, handloading equipment, food, water, etc
Background & History:
Trains, Trains, trains!....
John feel in love with trains as a child and getting his stream operator’s license was a big deal to a 17 year old back then. John started his career in the Marine Corps at the age of 17 (falsely enlisted ) and served in the Force Recon Battalion with 1st Division at area 25 on Camp Pendleton. After several years he transferred to the Army as a medic with the 5th SFG (ABN) . After his divorce he left active duty and was into the reserves until his life changed for the better. After Warrant Officer school, John volunteered for conflicts overseas, took classes and spent another 12 years defining himself. His last several years lead him to yet another new chapter of his life but this time it was closing the military side of his life and looking for service for his community. John traveled for a bit, saw places that he visited during conflicts but now on a more personal level. Returning home to the United States and retiring was bittersweet as he didn’t know what do with his new found freedom.
With the money that he saved during his time with the military, he purchased a small 180+ farm in Acton, Ca and started to raise a self sufficient, diversified farm. Now with his horse and several mules, John now spends his time tending to the fields, raising his herds of meat & dairy cows, dealing with a few goats, pigs and lots of chickens!. The farm keeps him tied to the land right now but John always finds time to ride his horse or mules in the canyon to escape the pressures of the City.
John started a some extra curricular activities that he enjoys are such as the Ren - Faires, SCA, Doomsday prepping, HAM radios and reenactments of different time periods. John still moon light a few nights a month for a Doctor friend in Century City for the more affluent hospital types as a Charge nurse. This helps out alot with the farm bills and his eclectic habits until the farm becomes truly self sufficient. John tinkers with reenactment vehicles ( W.W. II and some current ) and has weapons in a gun safe. John thinks like a survivalist but has learned over the years that it will not get him a second date so he doesn’t talk about it much. His fascination of train comes from his current job and childhood time in Washington, D.C.’s
Union Station.
What are their personal goals relating to outbreak: Survive the mess that has fallen the world, help feed his group, clothe, shelter and teach them the skill needed to survive.
Anything else you think we should know: John lives in a converted railcar on his property
http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/train-car-home-in-portland-81913
150.00 per month
The “K” line on the property has a gate and additional siding to park other rolling stock like his junk (gear), tool shop, crane, boxcars, refer, water tender and and more usable junk.
he has a well water, electrical, a safe, faraday cage with radios, several portable generators ( he is a doom prepper ), refrigerators, compressors, etc.
The animals live in stalls, his vehicles are in / out of the barn ( has rooms as well ) and several military trucks (5 tons, 20 ton) and different trailers (water buffalo, K-12 (mobile kitchen) right outside the barn is the hydroponic area with greenhouse (tilapia fish and catfish are used)
Writing sample: [SPOILER="testing"]
Terra Planeta, F-13 Sector, Sparks Mine, 15°C, 3222J, Local-Day 142/222, 02:13/80hrs
Xavier barely had time to call for his son before something hard hit him in the back and everything disappeared, there was certainly pain involved but it was hard to pinpoint any particular location like a tiresome ache that crossed his entire body.
Slowly the merchant’s vision began to return showing him a blurry haze of activity, his ears registered muffled sounds and he could feel himself falling, swimming, sliding in various directions that all eventually merged onto a single objective… forwards.
Dragging the old man down the tunnel Oleg looked over at Mr. Barnes, the physician wasn’t particularly happy about being called away from the warehouse to tend to a single stunned patient even if Sparks had designated him as a priority. During the chaos unleashed from the volley of stun grenades one of the mercenaries had shot himself in the leg with a bolt and another had shot someone else, there were plenty of burns and bleeding to attend as well resulting from close proximity to the exploding devices.
Not wanting to waste any more time the physician ordered Giles be dropped in Sparks’ office since it was empty and began a quick examination of the recovering yet still groggy merchant pulling off his coat and shirt while the enforcer held him up. A nasty bruise was already forming where a grenade had hit Giles in the back but otherwise he was unharmed, more or less, Barnes made some curious notions to the black lines running all across Xavier’s torso… he’d never seen the like before.
Sutures of Valkyrie design the sticky binding agent was used universally to hold skin, flesh and bone together after surgery which the physician gathered since he recognized the pattern albeit usually done with stitches not whatever kind of glue the black stuff appeared to be. Barnes had no idea just how extensive the doctor’s surgeries had been though and wasn’t particularly interested in finding out at the moment, he had other priorities.
Leaving Giles resting comfortably in one of the office’s armchairs Barnes and Oleg returned to their previous tasks, Tom and the little synth girl had both fallen from the grenade attack so they would not be joining him.
Giles Xavier would find himself alone in the underground… at least it was quiet there. [/SPOILER]
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*crosses fingers
Sounds great
Sounds great
Working on it now... I should have something in a few hours, Thanks.
Ayesha,
Can I have a whinny, over powerful character... rolled into one?.
oh.. and the character's name is "helpless"
*smirks
Can I have a whinny, over powerful character... rolled into one?.
oh.. and the character's name is "helpless"
*smirks
*lurking
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Thursday, unknown month, 2012
0642 hours
Livingston st
Latitude:29.971494
Longitude:-90.125257
New Orleans, LA, USA
French Quarters
The old man and the dog travelled past the tail end of the french quarter and made their way to avoid light areas of the dead that were shambling around. Using the compactness of the buildings in Louisiana, the closeness broke the line of sight once the dog or the old man were spotted by the dead. What make it worse was that the old man’s thoughts turned to why there wasn’t alot more bodies than usual.
After darting back and forth then finding respite in hiding on top of a Uhaul truck that provided a temporary bridge of safety to a burned out semi that was jack knifed on the street. It was here that he spent the night and more hours as he sat quietly feeding himself and his dog. The old man still had the fish that he caught and knew that it would go bad if not eaten soon.
The old man knew that he was miles from the ninth ward and that he was still not getting the resistance that he would find in other cities that he had traveled to, which only met one thing to the old man. Others that were “culling” out the dead so that they could live. This would be a two edge sword for him and his companion.
What kind of people would he meet, what type of things would be required of him?. More thoughts raced through his mind as the horror of seeing a live person. But the man wanted to live... he need contact and conversation. Maybe if he did run into someone or even a group that they would be too strange, perfect or normal for his taste.
His four legged companion nudged him to rub her for a bit. The old man’s hand obligated to rub her belly as he began to devise a plan to see what would show up.
Starting the fire wasn’t the hard part, the hard part would be finding an advantage point to observe other coming and from what direction would they take?. To set this plan into motion he would need a clear kill zone and his ruby colored binocular to prevent others from observing him in a “hide” due to normal binoculars would give the casual observer's position away. As the old man choose to start moving again but just a few minutes after dawn to scout the area and choose the best place to start.
after wasting a few hours in finding a place to set up his plans his travels lead him to a place that was a closed community called “Metairie Club estates”. This place had electric gates that wouldn’t move and plenty of wasteful items that were no longer worth anything to anyone but best of all it was next to a small train yard. The train yard was his best bet of finding things useful for the time being.
0642 hours
Livingston st
Latitude:29.971494
Longitude:-90.125257
New Orleans, LA, USA
French Quarters
The old man and the dog travelled past the tail end of the french quarter and made their way to avoid light areas of the dead that were shambling around. Using the compactness of the buildings in Louisiana, the closeness broke the line of sight once the dog or the old man were spotted by the dead. What make it worse was that the old man’s thoughts turned to why there wasn’t alot more bodies than usual.
After darting back and forth then finding respite in hiding on top of a Uhaul truck that provided a temporary bridge of safety to a burned out semi that was jack knifed on the street. It was here that he spent the night and more hours as he sat quietly feeding himself and his dog. The old man still had the fish that he caught and knew that it would go bad if not eaten soon.
The old man knew that he was miles from the ninth ward and that he was still not getting the resistance that he would find in other cities that he had traveled to, which only met one thing to the old man. Others that were “culling” out the dead so that they could live. This would be a two edge sword for him and his companion.
What kind of people would he meet, what type of things would be required of him?. More thoughts raced through his mind as the horror of seeing a live person. But the man wanted to live... he need contact and conversation. Maybe if he did run into someone or even a group that they would be too strange, perfect or normal for his taste.
His four legged companion nudged him to rub her for a bit. The old man’s hand obligated to rub her belly as he began to devise a plan to see what would show up.
Starting the fire wasn’t the hard part, the hard part would be finding an advantage point to observe other coming and from what direction would they take?. To set this plan into motion he would need a clear kill zone and his ruby colored binocular to prevent others from observing him in a “hide” due to normal binoculars would give the casual observer's position away. As the old man choose to start moving again but just a few minutes after dawn to scout the area and choose the best place to start.
after wasting a few hours in finding a place to set up his plans his travels lead him to a place that was a closed community called “Metairie Club estates”. This place had electric gates that wouldn’t move and plenty of wasteful items that were no longer worth anything to anyone but best of all it was next to a small train yard. The train yard was his best bet of finding things useful for the time being.
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