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The goulfriend

Alright, it's the apocalypse. Well, sorta. The zombie pandemic came and went. A good fourty one percent of people were naturally immune. The survivor's children carried on the genes for immunity. The old governments were never whole again. The survivors have created large communities, repopulating large cities. Now, on to the subject of gouls. From this pandemic spawned a new, rare species called gouls. No one really knows how they're made, not even the gouls. It is popular belief that they're infected with the undead plague but were only partially immune. This is only speculation. The gouls not welcome into any populated city due to fear of a special trait of the gouls. They call it blood rage. Gouls require fresh human meat for sustenance. Going too long without that causes them to go into blood rage. They fall into pure instinct mode, killing every human in their path until they have quenched their thirst for blood. Gouls often hide out in abandoned cities, forcing themselves into solitude. People sometimes even hunt gouls for sport, using the excuse that "they're not fully human" as a reason to hunt them. Now that I've given you some context, let's move on to the scenarios...

Scenario one: You're a goul activist, fighting for their rights. One day you head out to a city, as you have many times before to help out some gouls hiding in solitude when you spot someone around the corner. You carefully peeked around the corner to try and see what's going on without being spotted. There was a group of people surrounding a decaying girl holding her at gunpoint. There were a few fresh goul corpses nearby them, pretty easy to tell what happened. The front runner in the group was holding a baseball bat, lining it up with her head. What do you do?

Scenario two: You're just a normal person living in a small community nearby an abandoned city. Although your village isn't anti-goul, they still do not allow them in. One night you were walking home from the market, which was really an assortment of tents where outsiders give away resources and weapons for pre-virus money, when you heard some very odd sounds from a nearby alley. Feeling a small amount of worry you walked up to alley entrance. You know everyone in town so you figure there isn't much risk in showing yourself. When you turn around the corner you see her. Constantine. There was always something odd about her, she was one of the few homeless in town, sometimes she would disappear for a few weeks, coming back acting a little shaken. You never questioned it, you figured it was for personal reasons. She was missing an eye, along with one of her ears being messed up she also had small patches of decaying skin. Some people always avoid her, treating her like a goul. She was a burn victim, it explains the skin problems and eye. But here she is just meters ahead of you, hunched over a corpse eating handfuls of flesh. What do you do?

Scenario three: Make something up!