Ingame
You are standing before the Sports Store of Caiger Mall. The place looks to have been thoroughly looted. A few mannequins have been placed outside the store, they are riddled with bullet holes and a few have been reduced to scattered pieces. Also here are Ross (48HP), Doug D. Renolds (56HP), Jen (49HP), Izzy (50HP) and Tammy (38HP).
- You continue to follow your companions, coming by the Sports Store on your way to the north entrance. Some radio chatter accompanies the group's brisk jog, the distraction not really doing much for your nerves.
Since your last turn:
- • 28.63 MHz: *static* *muffled noises* (three minutes ago)
- • 28.63 MHz: "You know, and I know I'm not drunk, because there's no frickin' booze left, ehem, AXEL." (three minutes ago)
- • 28.63 MHz: "But don't you guys think how thing's have gone to shit so soon after the new guy comes, that it can't really be a coincidence? (under three minutes ago)
- • 28.63 MHz: "I mean, all this sudden commotion and vigour from our persistent friends outside..." (under three minutes ago)
- • 28.63 MHz: *static* "Yeah, I see what you're saying, but the same thing happened to the last new guy." (under three minutes ago)
- • 28.63 MHz: "That one, the guy who was wrong in the head, with that target spraypainted to his shirt." (under three minutes ago)
- • 28.63 MHz: "Kept having conversations with himself..." (over two minutes ago)
- • 28.63 MHz: "Dive bombed out a window, ran off, probably eaten." (over two minutes ago)
- • 28.63 MHz: *static* "It's just the inevitable ruckus from a breather coming through their midst to here." (over two minutes ago)
- • 28.63 MHz: "You can't really blame him. I'd want to save my own skin, if I could. Anyone would." (over two minutes ago)
- • 28.63 MHz: *static* "Aye. I can't help but feel this newer new guy has something real bad coming to him." (two minutes ago)
- • 28.63 MHz: " 'es just got that 'feel' to him. A bad omen. Has amnesia, too." (two minutes ago)
- • 28.63 MHz: *static* (under two minutes ago)
- • 28.63 MHz: *garbled voices* *static* (under two minutes ago) ...and again. (30 seconds ago)
- • 28.63 MHz: *static* "...Head was torn off, blood everywhere..." (10 seconds ago)
- • Ross broadcast "Turn off the damn radio please, the batteries, they don't last forever." from here, on 28.63 MHz. (5 seconds ago)
- • 28.63 MHz: *static* *silence* (now)
Possible actions:
- Keep following
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
