As you wander through the busy thoroughfare, taking care not to get run over by overenthusiastic hatchlings that seem to be equally excited by fighting zombies and getting free candy, you notice an understated booth off to one side. It's hastily pieced together from white cloth--or, it would seem, the whitest cloth the purveyor could find. The sign reads "FLIGHT IMMUNITY: FIGHT INFECTION". Below that, in a less elegant but more compelling hand, someone has added "FREE STUFF 4 FLU SHOTZ". Even more compelling, there is a dingy-bell to ding for service.
A few exuberant dings summon the staff--an oversized Spiral in a plethora of bandages and a cough mask whose tail is endlessly tying itself in nervous knots. He is, rather noticeably in the sea of glowing red eyes, not Plague by hatch.
"Ah. Er. Um. H-hello. Yes. Are y-you here for the...y-yes, of course you are. My name is W-Wilson, and you are? ...d-delighted, thank you. Have you heard about f-f-f-Flight immunity?"
Whether it sounds familiar or not is a moot point--now that awkward introductions are over, the dragon is off to the races. You find a pamphlet on the flu shoved into your hands even as he starts passionately rattling off a speech about it.
"A s-single person infected with influenza c-can spread it like w, wildfire before they even know they're sssss--sick, and so c-can the people they infect, and s-so on, until o-one cough has spread to h-hundreds, thousands of people. N-normally it's only an inconvenience, but to s-some people--the y-young, the elderly, those who are already ill, it can be...j-just a little bit fatal."
He laughs very weakly at that.
"B, but it can be stopped. If h-healthy people get immunized, flight immunity is achieved--th-those who are unable to get immunizations are protected by those wh-who can not g-getting sick to begin with and thus not p-passing it on. A, and, of course, it's highly enjoyable n-not getting sick, whoever you are.
I'm afraid that I'm one of the ones that c-can't p-protect myself. I'm, ah...I believe the word is 'immunocompromised'. S-simply can't handle it. So l-living in Plague can be...difficult. My l-lair mates are endlessly kind in t-taking a b, bullet for me. N-needle, rather."
He ties his tail in a sheepshank for that one.
"I'm...n-not fond of needles. Wh-which makes them all the more heroes in m-my eyes for doing it."
Wilson looks at you imploringly.
"Are y-you willing to be a hero for those around you?"
After a long moment of expectant silence, in which you look at the banner pointedly, he sighs.
"Y-yes, there are prizes involved..."