Ingame
You are standing inside the Food Court of Caiger Mall. The tables and chairs are overturned and disorganized. The food vendors are all dark. Also here are Ross (60HP), Doug D. Renolds (56HP), Jen (49HP), Izzy (50HP) and Tammy (38HP). The floors and walls are splashed with fresh blood.
Somebody has carved R + H 4ever with a heart around it onto a table. The couple is most definitely dead.
There is a lone monster here.
- You pull the trigger, and again, totalling five times. Your shots converge with others on the creature, and for once, some real damage is seen. Blood. It swims between the depressions and over the convulsing ridges of the thing's flesh. The muscles in its vaguely human form twitch uncontrollably, limbs flailing in a mock seizure.
In the commotion, Tammy makes her escape. The monster turns its attention to you. Your cover behind your side-turned table feels somewhat shabby. Well, more like nothing at all. Shabby is putting it lightly. On purpose. Don't want to get your spirits down, and not in the corporeal sense either, for that matter, or anti-matter. You couldn't take it, the wimp you are.
Since your last turn:
- • Doug D. Renolds says "Our turn!" (now)
Possible actions:
- Run away Improvise
Inventory:
- You carry a knife, a journal and a bloodied radio. A pistol (0) hangs from your belt and two spare magazines are stuffed inside your pockets. You are wearing blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a pair of shoes.
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User:A Helpful Little Gnome
