"Boss, save me!"
"Damn it, these Eaters have no fricking honor! Why are they trying to snatch my gear away?!"
"Scram! Stop gnawing on my shield!"
"My clothes! My clothes!"
"Just asking, is this game even legit???"
"Stick close to me! Damn! Don't you guys run away!"
In the subway tunnel, the noisy voices of players echoed.
Old Six from the Strength Type was still trying to stabilize his teammates, but the Agile Backseat Driver had already run off without a trace, leaving the Perception Rookie shivering and the Intelligence Item Carrier making a chase scene right there.
Watching the four newbies being chased around by the Eaters, Quit Smoking felt a headache coming on.
He felt that even if he smoked all night, he couldn't understand how these people got their closed beta qualifications.
Damn!
So annoying!
Looking at these people's IDs, he thought they were more badass.
Seeing that the boss was quiet all along, the Item Carrier urgently sought help.
"Boss! Fire your gun!"