You depress the trigger. Bullets spray from your gun, blowing out the glass at the front of the bank. For a short while you have no idea what you're shooting at, then you can see. You managed to empty your entire clip, but your sweeping motion only hit two of them and the rest are coming at you fast. It's some small consolation that you apparently tore the heads off the ones you hit. Well, batter something something! Hahahaha man but here we go. You drop the Thompson and wield Babe Ruthless. Time to get physical. Physical.
The first demon bounds through the door and with a blindingly fast swing you knock it into the far wall! It's dead almost instantly. The second one, however, comes through in tandem with the third. You brace, but it impales itself on Babe's combat knife, which doesn't kill it but it's out of the game. Unfortunately, so is Babe for the time being, as she flied over your head, almost breaking your wrists as it does as the combined weight of the demon and it going over your head send you tumbling to the ground. The next demon jumps at you and lands on your chest. Oh shit. This is it, you're done. You try and grab it but it lunges for your face before suddenly a deafening noise echoes through the building. The demon is gone. Next to you, half a demon is lying on the ground, bleeding some rank smelling brownish red shit. You look up. A man holding a Desert Eagle, kitted out in what looks like a Kevlar vest and military outfit, complete with backpack and drink bottle hanging from his side, helps you to your feet.
What do you do?
Wounded:
Left arm (bandaged) (scabbed over)
Wearing:
Mask of Sensibility
Even more stained but still sensible pants
Sensible shoes
Inventory:
Wallet ($90)
Wrist Watch (12:22)
Valium (too much)
Scum
Sock ($1000)
Colt 45 (0/0)
Backpack (5 clips - Thompson) (Rations - unAmerican (4))
Water bottle (full)
Mental State:
I almost died I almost died I almost died.
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