Jim motioned for everyone to follow him inside, then ducked around the doorframe into the lit room and took stock of the situation as quickly as he could. Should he see anyone (not on his team, specifying just in case >.>), he would immediately move to KO them.
You crouch walk your way down the hall and duck into the lit room in a smooth motion, ready to crush, burn or otherwise kill the hell out of anyone you see. You find one person in that room- a kitchen- and they're already dead, split up the center and sprawled out on the dining table. Their head is missing.
To house 28! death to all doors!
You move to house 28 and immediately attack the door while screaming about "the tyranny of doors" and the "Injustice of locks".
[str:2]
You drag your claws down the surface of the door, putting some nice big gouges in it but not doing much else.
((@Orb: Travis was used as a tool to murder innocent people, I suppose.))
Milno keeps checking the mind-controlled woman.
"Spreading out is not a good idea. Remember the crazy survivalist."
Ask Steve.
"Hey, can these people be cured from their brain being messed into a 'drone'?"
>Not easily, no. And certainly not in the field.Back up Jim! Again!
Use the razor to take out anyone getting into melee range.
Is there anything in my kit like a fast-acting sedative in a syringe?
"Everyone, we're at House 12. We've got a blood trail... well, a blood seven-lane highway, here. Does not look good. If anyone's free, stand by to back us up."
You follow jim to the kitchen, razor at the ready. As per fast acting sedatives, best you got is pain killers.
((@Orb: Travis was used as a tool to murder innocent people, I suppose.))
((Perhaps, but not the guys at your house. Too far away.
Also, this is just more for curiosity's sake: I thought your eyes were automatically dilated at their max when you wake up from sleep, due to the darkness your eyelids create. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, this is just from personal experience))
Oh. They left me in a cellar. That's a pretty secure and safe place. Well bet-
Wait. Why was I standing, though. Maybe it was the suit? Hm. This darkness is unsettling.
Travis activated his light amplifiers. If there wasn't enough light to see well, he turned off his amp and turned on his lamp.
He observes his surroundings.
If both failed due to some suit failure, he grabbed his gun out of his backpack and attempted to diagnose what was wrong with his suit. (Disabled, Damaged, Ect)
(You assume your eyes were closed?)
You turn on your light amps, but they make everything too fuzzy to see anything meaningful in this low of light, so you flip on your lamps. You're standing in a room, a living room by the look of it; some nice sofas and a tv, all shoved into one corner of the room for some reason. Around you are what you first mistake for pillows or lumps of cloth before you try to move and one rolls over. Bodies, the bodies of a man, woman and several children, badly sliced and carved apart, the knife left in one of their chests. You notice, as you look down at these bodies, that your hands and arms are completely coated in blood. On the wall in front of you is a message, partially carved into the drywall, partially stained there by blood.
"Sleeping Won't Save You From Me"
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