Let's go with Corpus Christi Bay. I don't know the slightest thing about texas, so don't expect geographical accuracy.
You fucked up.I kinda did, didn't I?Why would you possibly consider jumping in the water would be a good plan?!I.... don't know.Just had a brain fart, eh? Fucking idiot.You pull yourself out of bed, your undead-ish state giving you some resistance to hypothermia, so you are just left with a headache.
It's a bit odd how they decided to let you keep all this stuff, though...
The door slams open as soldiers pour in, keeping their weapons trained on you. You attempt to do a combat roll, but bump your head on the bedpost, knocking you out.(shitty roll, right there)
Diane groans in explosive frustration, before getting shot down with darts. She flails a bit, and manages to throw her knife in the head of a soldier, the enchanted blade cutting through it with ease.
You are now TW.
(I'll try to make something in paint for the next one. Because I'm fucking stupid and wanna attempt something before giving up and just writing.)
Nevermind, fuck this paint shit. I can draw better anyway.
Which is to say I can make a stick figure a little bit mexican.
TW
Health: unharmed
Energy: tip top shape
armor: nope
hunger: nothing of interest.
inventory: Book on the homosexual relationships of hobbits.
Zero
Health: Unharmed[headache]
Energy: A bit tired
Armor: Bulletproof Vest, Boots
Hunger: Fed
Durability Level: 2
Inventory: Armor, Large Revolver [5 shots remaining], SMG Ammo [3 Boxes] ( you lost a multitude of things in the water.)
Safe-House Security: Nope!
Rage: READY!
Diane
Health: Unharmed
Energy: Perfect
Hunger: Well-Fed
Armor: Fancy Dress
Inventory: Pinkamena's Knife
Horde
Normals [a bunch]
Spitters [a few]
Armored [10]
Ankle Biters [large amount]
Banshee [1] (badly burned)
Crawler [1]
Brutish Bear [1]
Blood-Wing (hunting for fish?)
Snowflake
Friend: Bennie(missing!)
Human: Carly
Father: Iris
Caretaker: "Theresa's Whisper"