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Salvador has a minion!
Pestilence the Itek
Pestilence the Itek
Salvador
Legacy Name: Salvador
The Nightmare Tutani
Owner: Viking
Age: 13 years, 5 months, 3 weeks
Born: October 5th, 2010
Adopted: 11 years, 7 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: August 3rd, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 4
- Strength: 12
- Defense: 12
- Speed: 10
- Health: 7
- HP: 7/7
- Intelligence: 1
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Day 23 after the first villagers showed signs of a strange illness, Salvador Vega still didn't know what caused it. The people in the small Spanish village became more and more violent, especially towards him, and so the doctor shut himself into his small house to avoid contact with them as much as possible. It wasn't that he stopped helping them, he still would do his daily home visits, knowing that his life would be at risk if they did not stop hating him like poison for no reason - but until then he wanted to be safe from people throwing sickles, axes and hay forks at him. Honestly, the festering wound on his left arm was already more than he could take right now in this situation.
Everything started with people showing typical symptoms of stomach bug; but a few hours after Salvador already had started their medical treatment, the symptoms extended to influenza or some sort of another viral infection. Medication did not affect their illness though, and soon Salvador saw himself forced to tell them to stay in their houses and avoid contact with others as much as possible to contain the spread of the, how Salvador thought, serious illness. Of course the people got angry when they got wind of the fact that their doctor couldn't help them; so much for 30 years of professional experience...
In fact, Salvador was angry with himself as well. Not only because he knew that he couldn't help all those people considering that most of them who showed their symptoms at first already went to the next stage of their infection within a week: coughing up blood and having seizures. Salvador started to notice that the virus developed much faster when the host was a child; and in all cases the disease went from stomach flu to seizures within 24 hours or even less the younger the child was, and it always ended with the death of the host in difference to the adults, who were still alive.
The following 3 weeks Salvador tried to find a way to help them, he wanted to find a cure; a way out of this hell. But all he did for them brought nothing but despair and sleepless nights for nothing. His wife and his two daughters already fell victim to the disease; he buried them not too far away in the woods and his most trusted friend, his dog Pedro, suddenly vanished in the village, barking and howling like mad, when he accompanied his owner a few days ago to home visits. Salvador was alone now. Alone and tired, he looked out of the window of his small house that was built on a rolling hill, and looking over the rural and humble little village below, he started to cough. Taking the hand away from his mouth, wiping off the blood on his flithy and sweaty button-down-shirt, he knew that he had to fight this urge to kill that was lurking around in the darkest parts of his mind like a predator for days already. He would not give up to fight this disease, even if it meant killing the people down there in the village; he would stop this virus right now, burn their bodies and end the nightmare.
Taking his shotgun out of the locker, he was hoping that he could fight against the infection taking control over his mind, that he could resist the urge to kill the innocent. His head was hammering like mad, the doctor felt that he could probably not withstand any longer and deeply buried in his brain cells the predator tried to break free, tried to take control over the mind of the human - it wanted to hunt. When Salvador left his house he saw his chainsaw lying on a tree stump, and suddenly he knew what he really wanted to do. If the shotgun would fail to fight off the villagers, then maybe that old chainsaw would do...
Everything started with people showing typical symptoms of stomach bug; but a few hours after Salvador already had started their medical treatment, the symptoms extended to influenza or some sort of another viral infection. Medication did not affect their illness though, and soon Salvador saw himself forced to tell them to stay in their houses and avoid contact with others as much as possible to contain the spread of the, how Salvador thought, serious illness. Of course the people got angry when they got wind of the fact that their doctor couldn't help them; so much for 30 years of professional experience...
In fact, Salvador was angry with himself as well. Not only because he knew that he couldn't help all those people considering that most of them who showed their symptoms at first already went to the next stage of their infection within a week: coughing up blood and having seizures. Salvador started to notice that the virus developed much faster when the host was a child; and in all cases the disease went from stomach flu to seizures within 24 hours or even less the younger the child was, and it always ended with the death of the host in difference to the adults, who were still alive.
The following 3 weeks Salvador tried to find a way to help them, he wanted to find a cure; a way out of this hell. But all he did for them brought nothing but despair and sleepless nights for nothing. His wife and his two daughters already fell victim to the disease; he buried them not too far away in the woods and his most trusted friend, his dog Pedro, suddenly vanished in the village, barking and howling like mad, when he accompanied his owner a few days ago to home visits. Salvador was alone now. Alone and tired, he looked out of the window of his small house that was built on a rolling hill, and looking over the rural and humble little village below, he started to cough. Taking the hand away from his mouth, wiping off the blood on his flithy and sweaty button-down-shirt, he knew that he had to fight this urge to kill that was lurking around in the darkest parts of his mind like a predator for days already. He would not give up to fight this disease, even if it meant killing the people down there in the village; he would stop this virus right now, burn their bodies and end the nightmare.
Taking his shotgun out of the locker, he was hoping that he could fight against the infection taking control over his mind, that he could resist the urge to kill the innocent. His head was hammering like mad, the doctor felt that he could probably not withstand any longer and deeply buried in his brain cells the predator tried to break free, tried to take control over the mind of the human - it wanted to hunt. When Salvador left his house he saw his chainsaw lying on a tree stump, and suddenly he knew what he really wanted to do. If the shotgun would fail to fight off the villagers, then maybe that old chainsaw would do...
Story inspired by Resident Evil 4
Pictures: Resident Evil 4 Concept Art
Resident Evil 4 Plaga
Pictures: Resident Evil 4 Concept Art
Resident Evil 4 Plaga
Pet Treasure
Old Corn Husk
Old Bottle of Formaldehyde
Discarded Rusty Bone Saw
Scientist Pick Axe
Thing in a Jar
Parasitic Fungus
Thatched House Playset
Orchard Grass Hay Bale
Timothy Hay Bale
Alfalfa Hay Bale
Tall Fescue Hay Bale
Clover Hay Bale
Wheelbarrow Farm Tool
Water Trough
Goat Feed Bag
Pitchfork Farm Tool
Rake Farm Tool
Shovel Farm Tool
Spade Farm Tool
Root Forest Sample
Elegant Lady Cameo
Elegant Brass Pocket Watch
Black Suspenders
Badly Neglected Book
Discarded Rusty Trocar
Acid Apothecary Bottle
Toxic Apothecary Bottle
Preserved Eyeball in a Jar
Preserved Skull in a Jar
Preserved Spider in a Jar
Preserved Snake in a Jar
Blood-Filled Hourglass
Shattered Hourglass
Skull
Grave Reminder
Zombie Chompers
Tiny Morostide Zombie Plushie
Zombie Jaw
Severed Zombie Arm
Moldy Zombie Foot
Massacre Rag Doll
Chainsaw
Beast Mob Torch
Bloody Hatchet
Seven Sickle
Fire Axe
Mattock
Scythe
Useless Rusty Knife
Experienced Archaeologist Excavation Kit
Rusted Milk Can