Kin has a minion!

Nurse Sin the Nursling

Legacy Name: Kin

The Angel Montre
Owner: Kitten

Age: 11 years, 8 months, 2 weeks

Born: August 24th, 2009

Adopted: 11 years, 8 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: August 24th, 2009 (Legacy)

Pet Spotlight Winner
January 20th, 2011


  • Level: 106
  • Strength: 265
  • Defense: 266
  • Speed: 262
  • Health: 262
  • HP: 258/262
  • Intelligence: 1
  • Books Read: 1
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed

The Angel Montre
Owner Kitten
Profile by hermes
Overlay by Phoenixx
Original Story/Character by Kitten

The Infection

'Kin, Doctor Kin. Kin, we require you in the Morgue.'

'Kin, Doctor Kin. You are needed in surgery.'

'Kin, Doctor Kin. We need you in the insanity.'

The days wear on, none shorter then the next. It seems they move slowly, yet the need for haste becomes faster. I feel daily my life blood being drained from me. Floor to floor I rush every single day.

'Kin, Doctor Kin.'

She rushed down the halls carrying a clipboard full of patient files, she turned into a room. Several faces peeked up at her. Each with a different look, a few of shock, one of surprise and another of anger.

'Well if it isn't the good doctor Kin, How kind of you to join us.'

She hissed under her breath, the words hurt. She whisked her hands shuffling through the papers looking for the patient file. She stopped on it, it appeared to be a man suffering from major head trauma due to a recent unknown lab accident. She removed the pen from her mouth, putting it casually behind her ear.

'It appears he hasn't been awake since we brought him in, Brain activity seems to be falling. I'm afraid he may not last long.'

She sighed putting the papers on the chair beside the door.

'I do not know how to say this, but I do not believe life support is helpful at this time. If he does come back, he will have very little memory and major brain damage. I'm sorry but there is nothing we can do.'

The cries quickly drifted away as she led the family out of the room. Alone with the man, she let out a heavy sigh and moved over to the life support machine. The shallow pulse flickered through the computers.

It appeared he was fighting, but barely able to release a breath even with the help of the machines. His mind, was dead. He thought nothing, he saw nothing. Kin moved her hand to the power cord and removed it. The system fully shut down.

One final breath escaped the mouth of the man. He was silent. Kin began to make her way to the door before the man awoke. His eyes blood red, he grabbed her arm dragging his yellow discoloured fingers into her flesh. She let out a cry of pain before covering his mouth and nose.

'Sweet Dreams', She muttered.

There was a struggle before his body went limp. He released his grip leaving a bruise and scratches on her arm. She moved her hand away from his mouth gasping for breath.

Taking a moment to gather herself, she took a syringe out of her coat pocket and lightly pushed it into his neck, first to release air into his body. Just to make sure he was dead. Then she took the end of it and ejected some of the blood from his neck. The fluid was black, vile liquid looked almost like sludge. It made her want to vomit.

Pulling out a tube she put the blood into it and sealed it, disposing of the syringe. She'd seen this before, she knew it wasn't human. She closed his eyes and again headed to the door. Rolling her sleeves down to cover the scratches and bruise he'd made on her.

Taking a deep breath as she walked down the hall. The good doctor, saved the world again. She thought to herself as she scratched at the wound on her arm.


Now I know what you are going to say. however, I didn't start the epidemic. You clearly haven't heard the whole story, or maybe not the correct one.I caught the manifestation in early stages. I survived a few of the first victims before I became one myself. You might be a bit drawn off by my previous comment, but once again, you really should know the full story.I developed a vaccine during the early stages of disease, but it was flawed. I became a host for the viral infection, my cure, wasn't much of a cure. It only acted for short periods of time before recurring at an acute rate.

The loss of humanity became quicker and controlling it became harder. In later stages of development the disease became completely random and uncontrollable. Something that would only prey upon the recent deciesed now found shelter in living beings. I thought maybe I was special. That my body had the properties for terror, I guess the virus just needed to evolve. I thought my methods would be flawless. Taking myself as a subject I could keep the existence hidden.

Giving myself just enough time, I thought I could keep it under control to make a working anti-virus. The lives that could have been saved. The future of humanity...


Pet Treasure

H-34-RT Inoculation

Hydrocortisone Cream

Pink Bismuth Travel Pack

Ibuprofen Travel Pack

Large First Aid Kit

Acetaminophen Travel Pack

Dr. Lockhearts Amoricone

Universal Antidote

Dr. Lockhearts Hyperamory Inducer

Hospital Horrors

Scalpel of Doom

Delphi Black Label

Zims Professional Doctor Sticker



Battle Wheelchair

None Too Clean Scalpel

Doctor Mask

Doves Blood

Scalpel of Love

Black Sponge Capsule

Novelty Thermometer



Hospital Bed

Plas-Tek Large Purple Morostide Syringe

Small Gray Glasses

Pet Friends