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), Izzy (50HP) and Tammy (38HP). The floors and walls are flecked 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.
There is a dead body here.
- Jen makes a mad dash for the bag, but the situation takes a turn for the worse. As she nears, the monster unbemused, swings around with one of its gangly limbs and nearly takes Jen's head off, human sinew non-permitting. She tumbles to the floor, neck bent at right angle and quite dead.
Everyone feels a bit stunned for a moment. You, indeed, had assumed that Jen, such being the only, erm, "eligible female" ought to have been able to act with impunity. This isn't how things ought to be, you believe. You were supposed to be the last man with the last women left in this demented apocalypse full of hungry zombies, riding off into a distance sunset, with your woman (allowing for strategically torn clothing) wrapped around you. On your white stallion.
You may be getting ahead of yourself. This is real life, after-all, not a game, and certainly not the works of one man with a head-full of well-worn cliches aimed at a particularly young and very male demographic. This is real life, dammit. It doesn't come with fairness. Things don't work as you wish them to work.
Well, you know there's only one way to solve this.
Since your last turn:
- • Jen dies. (30 seconds ago)
Possible actions:
- Go get yourself killed
Inventory:
- You carry a knife, a journal and a bloodied radio. A pistol (11) 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
