You dedicate your not-exactly-enormous-right-now amount of brain power to the task of working out why the Commies are carrying rather dated American weapons. Your friend, who seems mute, has no answers for you so you ask him if he has a radio. He shakes his head. Bugger.
You can hear boots pounding outside. A Comluhist rounds the corner, carrying what appears to be a FLAG! He is also holding a Vektor CP1 in one hand, a gun you immediately recognize. Who wouldn't? He fires a round that pings past your head. Son of a bitch. Desert Eagle Man reacts quickly, bringing his Desert Eagle to bear and firing a bullet INSCRIBED WITH A PATRIOTIC QUOTE. You fail to note this, as the bullet is traveling too fast and anyway, quickly embeds itself in the enemy's chest. He drops to his knees in shock, down and out. You can still hear the pounding of enemy boots. It looks like your foe had backup. Suddenly, several things happen.
One, the man's handgun drops out of his hand as he collapses forward.
Two, the handgun discharges, its errant round neatly piercing your friends foot from toe to heel. He drops to the ground with a scream of pain.
Three, a hand grenade pops round the corner. Friendly fire is obviously not an issue with these people.
Four, a rainbow monkey begins to proclaim the glories of Democracy before disappearing in a puff of smoke. Probably. Not really. You forget where you bought this stuff but man is it powerful.
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 (12:24)
Valium (too much)
Scum
Sock ($1000)
Colt 45 (0/0)
Backpack (5 clips - Thompson) (Rations - unAmerican (4))
Water bottle (full)
Thompson (average) (30/3)
Wielding:
Wielding - Babe Ruthless (both hands) (PATRIOTIC) (proficient) (bayonet)
Mental State:
Oh man that came so close that came so close.
Hey, what year is it again? And who is that OH MY GOD HIS FOOT.