User blog:Kyoichi Mori/Infection Resort

=== WARNING: The story you're about to read is based off the popular game "Piggy", and is EXTREMELY long. If you want to play the game, here's the link: https://www.roblox.com/games/4623386862/Piggy-BOOK-2-BOOK-2-PAGES ===

I was tasked to investigate reports of a missing child named 'Georgie'. As I arrived at the Piggy's household for any leads, I began to notice things were off. It was unusually quiet and quaint. A breeze of unease shrouded me as I stepped out of my vehicle. Without a moment to react, I blacked out and woke up in the bedroom of the house with a beaming headache. Someone had knocked me out and brought me here. But why? If they wanted to get rid of me, why didn't they finish the job? While attempting to piece things together, I encountered a strange, crazed pig with different eyes and a hunger for harm. It didn't talk, it just chased me. Terrifying. As soon as I escaped from the house, I decided to get back to the station and get help. What we have here seems to be much more than a missing animals case.

When I reached the station, I had found it to be unusually quiet. No officers celebrating, no criminals rattling their cell doors... nothing. Then, the intercom interrupted the silence and spurted out a warning to get to the garage. The voice sounded familiar. It was Doggy, my old partner. I don't know why he showed up on his day off. Maybe it was a distress call that all officers received while I was unconscious in the Piggy house. As I crept about to unlock the garage, I encountered yet another strange pig. It appeared to have black eyes and a violent attitude, just like the last one. What is it with these animals? What happened to them, and what made them like this? Once I opened the garage door, fueled the escape car and left with Doggy, I felt a sense of dread overwhelm me. I got out, but did not feel safe. I needed to find out what was going on.

It turns out the gas can I picked up was almost empty, because we found ourselves running out pretty quick. To make matters even worse, we stopped in the middle of the city. A couple of the "infected" (As Doggy calls them) Surrounded our car. We rushed into the nearby building, the Gallery. I haven't been here since we started investigating a reported robbery last month. It seemed to be a little run-down as well. We quickly sealed the building, only to soon realize that the infected entered as well. It was very strange to see a place, once so calm, become so chaotic. Doggy told me that he never liked galleries anyway.

3 WEEKS LATER.

Doggy and I had been safe and sound in this forest for weeks now. We've been silently visiting small towns and taking supplies from them. We spoke for days about what we'll do when it's over. Doggy said he'd like to travel south someday and visit old monuments and ruins. I don't know what I'd do. I couldn't get my mind off of the world's state. One night, I woke up to discover a broken and empty potion, and a missing friend. I looked around and I found Doggy. He was one of them. My gut sank, and I felt weak. Where did this potion come from, and why did he drink it? Was he forced to? He had red eyes, not like the others. Some day, I will get to the bottom of this. As I left the forest to no longer be faced with such a harsh blow to my heart, I came across a radio that instructed me to head to a school. Clinging onto anything to distract my mind, I followed their instructions.

1/3 of the Story completed.