Xantolos
MOTHERFUCKER! You hear a scream just before the man murders the other occupant of the room, then flinch as he jacks the slide and smashes directly through the door, spinning wildly amongst the flying splinters of wood to bring his shotgun to bear. You blink once and crush the trigger. Both men fire. A rain of shot slams into you, throwing you up and backwards and bouncing your helpless body off of the wall, leaving a small dent where your shoulder strikes the thin plaster. At the same time your Thompson jumps and unleashes a torrent of slugs. Half of them thunk into the surrounding walls and ceiling, and the rest tear into the man's upper chest and head, sending a shower of blood spraying everywhere and killing him instantly. Both men hit the floor. You run your hands over your face and feel the jellied remains of your eyes and nose. Your mouth isn't in much better shape, and you gurgle softly as you struggle to cough up the remains of your broken teeth. You lie there for half an hour before you finally become to weak to keep swallowing. The blood fills your lungs within minutes and everything starts to become very dark.. The Stranger is dead.
Xantolos
Rest in Peace
Pufferfish
Warm Rags [switchblade (hidden in sleeve)] + Leather Overcoat [pack of cigarettes] + B-3 Gas Mask (doesn't need filters), Long Lead Pipe [left hand], Briefcase [right hand; full bottle of whiskey, unopened food tins], Backpack [broken gas mask]
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Topic: Apocalypse - The Story Continues! (Read 15180 times)