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 (48HP), 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 slash the monster's throat. Blood pours out all over you (your tray shield surprisingly deflecting some of it). It feels unnaturally hot and at the same time watered down. You wonder how you are ever to get this out of your clothes. And the fact that all this blood is obviously contaminated (not to forget, mutated) substance in which it is incredibly likely to be the agent in which the infection transports itself to its victims, and that is definitely getting in your eyes, mouth, nose and any cuts, also crosses your mind.
But it is not time for zombification. Or mutifaction. You have no proof, but you feel there is an awfully long and horrible challenge in front of you, full of many plot twists, conveniences, inconveniences, lots of inconveniences, actually, all in front of you, maybe some behind, a few sideways, headed your way, atop a charging undead elephant not afraid to trample a few mice as it breaks the fabric of reality and the space time continuum. Not that last part. But there is a surprise. Might mess with your reality.
Anyways, the monster, spouting pint after pint of blood, crashes about the food court, breaking already broken tables and uprighting chairs that were previously down-trodden. Time to finish it.
Possible actions:
- Finish it
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
