Sorry for the delays, real life got in the way.
The faint voices in your head incite in you a primal violence. You charge forward at the figure, your claws clicking against the hard concrete floor as you run towards it. The
figure looks like a
walking corpse, with its
rotting limbs
swollen into grotesque caricatures of their former selves. It is wearing a
blue uniform with a service cap, and a
pistol is
holstered at its side. The
zombie brute, however, is uninterested in shooting you.
It charges right back, but before the two of you collide, you swing your chain and padlock flails at its legs, tripping it, and the monster comes crashing onto the floor.Before it lifts itself up, however, you raise your
flails above its head, grinning like a madman, and soon
two padlocks come crashing through the zombie's skull, splattering gore onto the concrete. Its body falls down limply, and you begin to loot it.
The
uniform is
torn to shreds and caked in filth, and is thus not at all better than your
jumpsuit. You strap the
holster to your leg, and take a
can of pepper spray as well as
handcuffs as the only other things of use.
Something tells you that you got pretty
lucky.
Maybe next time you won't get so lucky.You open the
door and enter a
brightly-lit fork in the corridor. There are three
doors at the end of each of the three paths, with large, big-lettered signs on each door:
- SUBJECT 3 CELL (you just came from here)
- EUTHANASIA & DISSECTION ROOM
- DRUG STORAGE
Name: ??
Gender: Male(?)
Species: Lupine(?)
Strength: High(?)
Dexterity: ??
Intelligence: ??
Perception: High(?)
Inventory:
- |. short jumpsuit (dirty) [worn]
- water bottle (full)
- 2x protein bar
- pepper spray can (full)
- handcuffs
- |\ holster [worn]
- pistol (10/15 flat-tipped bullets)
- chain and padlock flails (bloody) [wielded]
Status effects:
- Pain (moderate)
Needs:
- Hunger: Peckish
- Thirst: Not thirsty
- Sleep: Well-rested
What do you do?